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Dear Elora,
I watched the most beautiful woman present on stage today. She took my breath away.
Congratulations on another legendary speech, Pix.
Answer the door.
Brod
Heart in my throat, I flipped it back and forth, like more of an explanation would somehow appear, but then two solid knocks sounded on the door. I laughed when a familiar voice called, “Room service!”
Shaking my head, I bolted for the door, throwing it open and nearly sobbing as I hurled my arms around his neck. Broderick staggered back a step as he caught me, wrapping me up tightly in those corded arms and chuckling as he buried his face in my hair.
“Hey baby,” he husked. “You were brilliant today.”
“What are you doing here!?” I squeaked.
“Couldn’t miss my girl on stage in the Windy City.”
“You weren’t supposed to be here until Saturday!”
“Got big plans, Pix?” He chuckled, squeezing me tighter before unspooling our limbs.
“Porn and a pint of ice cream.”
“What?!” He barked, eyes shooting wide as his brows flew up to his hairline. God, it was fun to make him squirm. “You were going to sit and watch porn with ice cream?”
“Sir, I am a lady. I don’t watch porn.” I leveled him with a glare as his eyes narrowed on me.
“No,” he said, smirking. “But you read it.”
“Guilty,” I chirped. “Some good inspiration in there.”
“Oh, I’ve heard.”
“Have you now?”
“Evidently Rhyett has reaped the benefits.”
Wrinkling my nose, I stuck out my tongue, making a gagging sound. “Ew, raging lady boner instantly vanquished.”
He stifled a laugh, mock scolding over every inch of his face as he said, “He’s got a baby. Do we need to have the talk, El?”
“Vaguely knowing my brothers screw like bunnies and thinking about it are two very different things.” I latched onto his arm, yanking him inside my room and kicking the door closed in the same motion. “Now. Back to the subject at hand. How are you here!? Don’t you have classes?”
“Even professors get sick, Pix.” He mock-coughed into his fist twice.
A manic laugh burst from my throat, my hand slapping over my mouth as I watched that gorgeous smile of his grow. “Are you sick, professor?”
That grin hit blinding proportions and I couldn’t help but mirror it. “I’m elated to say it’s terminal.”
My heart did thrilled little pancake flops, at the idea of this thing between us being a lifelong sentence. Did he mean that? It took all my focus to quip back, “Is it contagious? Should I be worried about you infecting my team?”
“Nah baby,” he said, snaking a hand around my waist and pulling me into him, a now familiar warmth saturating my senses. “This fever is just for you and me.”
“Cheeeeeesy line, sir.”
“But did it work?” he asked with a chuckle, voice now low with promise that rippled goosebumps down my arms.
