I google her work address, and when I get in the Lyft, I change my destination, giving the driver the address to Katie’s corporate headquarters instead.
As we weave through traffic, my mind time-travels to yesterday in Katie’s studio. How incredible it felt to make love to her. It slips back further to the days we’ve spent at my home, the conversationswe’ve had. I wind all the way back to more than seven years ago when I met her.
How we clicked instantly.
But then fate threw obstacles at us left and right, up and down. Timing has always vexed us.
But look what Katie did today. She sped up time. She took it in her hands and saidI’m doing this.
I grin as I think of her, my tough and sweet and sexy and strong Katie.
She made this happen.
She madeushappen.
When my mind leaps ahead to this weekend, and the next one, and the one after that, I know whatIcan make happen.
I have no more questions.
Only clarity.
I text her one more time.
Harlan:Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to tell you something big.
Chapter 37
Harlan
I only have eyes for her.
I march straight over to my Katie, sweep her up in my arms in the lobby of her building, and kiss the breath out of her.
She melts into my kiss in seconds, murmuring and sighing as I sweep my lips across hers.
It’s been twenty-four hours since I touched her, and already that feels too long. That only confirms what I’m about to do.
I set her down, and she gazes at me, woozy and happy. “Whoa. That was quite a greeting.”
I can’t wait a second longer to tell her. “I know what I want to do at the end of the season. And you’re the first person I want to tell,” I say with a newfound certainty.
And a calmness too. My brain is no longer full of questions—only answers.
But the sound of clapping reaches us. With Katie still in myarms, I swing my gaze to the right. A woman—I presume her sister—is cheering us on, and a guy in black glasses claps along with her.
Meanwhile, Katie grins at me, then holds up a finger. “I’m dying to know, but I do have to go see Lacey. We have a meeting with her in about ten minutes to let her know what’s going on and that I need to step back.”
Damn.
My heart craters.
I want to spend the rest of the night with Katie.
A throat clears, and the blond who’d been cheering now closes the distance, stretching her hand out to me as I set Katie down.
“Hi. I’m Olive Madigan. You better be good to my sister or I will kick your ass,” she says.
I flinch, which I don’t do even when linebackers steamroll me. But there is something hella scary about that sister bond. Plus, I’m pretty sure Katie delivered a similar warning to Jones all those years ago. It’s just…hot when women look out for each other.
