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“Okay… so what’s wrong?” he asks.
“I’ve met someone,” I say, feeling like this is a repeat of my conversation with Sabrina… although I hope it won’t have the same disastrous outcome.
“Really? When did this happen?”
“About ten days ago. Her name’s Zara. She’s a teacher at the school, and she’s… she’s perfect.”
“And you’ve waited until now to tell me?” he says.
“Yeah. I’ve been kinda busy.”
“I’ll bet you have.” He sips his coffee, then puts down his cup, looking up at me, a frown settling on his face. “Is there a problem?”
“Only that I need to work out how to tell Nash.”
He tilts his head. “It’s serious enough that you wanna tell him already?”
“Yeah, it is. The thing is, I can’t decide what to say. Or when. I mean… should I do it when I collect him from school tomorrow?”
“What’s the rush? Why can’t you wait a while?”
“Because I’m thinking of asking Zara to move in with me.” I’m also still thinking of proposing, but that’s too personal, even for Dawson. More to the point, I can’t see why we need to keep going back and forth between her place and mine every night. Moving in together seems so much more sensible.
“Really? Are you sure, Tanner?” He sounds doubtful and I lean back, surprised by his reaction.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“How do you know you can trust her?” he says.
“I just do.” He opens his mouth, but I hold up my hand and he closes it again. “I’ll admit I had a minor wobble at the beginning when she was telling me about this guy she works with, but I realized that was my problem, and nothing to do with her. Zara would never betray me.”
“You believe that? Even after everything Sabrina did to you?”
“Yeah. Trusting Zara is like breathing. It’s a given… and I sure as hell don’t need to question it.”
He holds up his hand. “Okay,” he says. “I get the message. And if that’s how you feel, my advice would be, don’t tell Nash in the schoolyard. It’s too public.”
“You think I should wait until we get home?”
“Yes, I do. And I think you should have Zara with you, to show him you’re together, rather than just telling him about it.”
“But she’ll be working.”
He tilts his head. “In that case, you might have to put it off until she finishes work.”
“You don’t think that’s a bit contrived, to have him at my place after school, but not say a word about Zara until she comes over?”
“Maybe,” he says, with a slight shrug. “But Nash has gone through a lot, and I think it’ll help if he can actually see how happy you are with Zara. Actions mean so much more than words. We both know that.”
He’s not wrong there, and I resolve to speak to Zara tonight about moving in with me, how we’re going to manage things tomorrow afternoon, and how early she’ll be able to come over.
I’ve always hated paperwork, but it’s a necessary evil, and I’ve spent the last hour or so virtuously catching up.
When I got back here, the place was practically deserted, but Katie assured me she’d been busy in my absence, and looking at the rows of figures before me, I’m pleased to say the last two months have been significantly better than they were last year, so I’m not worried that Katie hasn’t come back to say there’s been a deluge of customers, and she can’t cope.
It’s after four now, and knowing she’ll have finished work for the day, my mind naturally drifts to Zara. I’m tempted to call her, but I doubt she’ll be home yet, and it won’t be long until I see her, so I make do with sitting back and daydreaming, picturing her coming through the door and wandering over to my desk, a sexy, longing look in her eyes. I might have been worn out earlier, especially after Zara tempted me back to bed after our shower, but my cock hardens as I think about her unfastening my zipper and straddling me, taking me deep inside her. I ache for her, and lower my hand, stroking along the length of my cock, just as my computer pings, letting me know I’ve got an email.
I could ignore it. It’s probably junk anyway, but I feel a little guilty for indulging myself in the office, and I sit up and click on my email app, frowning when I see it’s from Ezra. He’s my lawyer, and not in the habit of wasting anyone’s time, so I click on the message and lean forward, the bottom falling out of my world.
