Page 69 of Floodgates

“Tomorrow?”

“That’s what I was hoping.”

“Can you get tickets by then?”

“Of course.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’ll call Dimah and tell him. You let everyone else know.”

“Good.”

“Man, I’m beat.”

“Emotional stuff can really take it out of you.”

I shot him a look.

“I wasn’t trying to be a dick that time,” he snapped defensively. “I swear.”

Studying his face, I realized he really wasn’t. “I’m gonna go in and talk to Breckin and tell him to go home.”

He didn’t say anything, and I would have stepped away, but he caught and held my hand as it slipped from his shoulder.

“What?”

“I can make him leave.”

“In cuffs and transported in a police car?” I chuckled, turning my hand in his grip, sliding my palm over his callused one.

“Why not?” he teased, drawing me closer.

“I’ll make him go. I need to talk to him anyway.”

“Okay.”

“So you’ll call me later and tell me what time to be at the airport and what airline, all right?”

“Yep.”

I meant to walk away from him, but I really liked the feel of his rough, callused palm skimming over mine.

“So, you and Breckin,” he said, his eyelids fluttering as I lifted my hand away from his and put in on his stubble-covered cheek.

“What about it?” I asked, tracing my thumb over his left eyebrow.

“What?”

I stroked over his cheekbone and watched his eyes narrow like he was drugged. “You have a question about Breckin and me.”

“Is it over?”

I could get far too addicted to touching the man if I wasn’t careful. The way he responded, the feel of him… it was dangerous. “It is.”

“That fast, huh?”

“Not really, not if you think about it,” I said, the sudden urge to touch his short sideburns nearly overwhelming me. “We’ve been apart for four months already, so—”

“What?” he said quickly, his gaze clearing as he stared at me.