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I closed my eyes. I heard a door click shut. Loss seeped into my chest. When I finally breathed in, it felt like I’d replaced my lungs with shards of glass. Then his hand wrapped around mine.
My eyes flew open.
“Take me home, Grace.”
He was wearing his suit jacket again—still no tie—with an overcoat on, keys in hand.
Blake didn’t seem the type to hold hands, and yet this was the second time he’d kept me close this way. We rode down in silence. I peeked up at him, unsure what was going on in his busy brain.
I knew something was going on up there.
I could pretty much hear the gears whirling, but he didn’t say a word. Then again, neither did I.
When the doors opened, Violet stood. “Before lockdown, and no bloodshed.”
“You let her upstairs?” Blake asked.
“Yep.”
“Hmm.”
Vi gave him a cheeky grin. “Leaving for the night.”
Blake glanced down at me. “It appears so.”
“Well, all right. I’ll see you Monday.”
Blake nodded. “Yes, Monday.”
I swallowed hard. No pressure with the truth thing. Nope. None at all.
“Good night, Violet.” Blake headed for the door to the parking garage, lacing our fingers together. “Where’s your coat?”
“I sort of forgot it.”
He released my hand. Was it wrong that I wanted to snatch it back right away? That I craved that simple touch? Such a simple link seemed huge right then.
He sighed and shrugged out of his. My entire body was still numb from the barrage of emotions, but the moment he draped the heavy wool over my shoulders, I shuddered. It was warm from his body, and smelled of him.
Relief seeped into the warming edges. After today, there was no going back. Either he’d understand, or he’d walk away.
He herded me forward with a hand at my lower back. I already missed his hand in the moment since he’d held mine. The dry, heated touch from a palm that was surprisingly rough in spots.
Another question to add to all the others about Blake Carson.
“My car is across the street.”
“It’ll be fine.”
I stopped in the middle of the parking garage. “It’ll get towed.”
“I’ll pay.”
I bristled. What if this entire thing went south? Then I’d have no car to fall back on. “You can follow me home.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I turned to face him. “What if you don’t like what I have to say?”
