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“Work on a Saturday?” I question. “I would have thought the boss could get away with taking the weekends off.”
“My brother’s guilt-wielding powers are second to none.” He chuckles. “We have a few things that need our attention, so we’ll do that today.”
Feeling disappointed that I won’t see him at the bar, I sigh. “I should get going. I need to shower, and I promised my sister I’d call her this morning.”
He perks a brow.
“She loves to talk on the phone.” I draw out the words. “I usually put it on speaker and go about doing what I need to do.”
He runs a hand along my cheek. “Maybe one day soon I can meet your sister.”
“Naomi would love that.” I take a breath. “She had a few things to say about that billboard in Times Square.”
“All good things,” he says, but it doesn’t sound the least bit arrogant.
I pat the center of his bare chest. “All great things. You know that the billboard is the highlight of many people’s visits to Times Square.”
His hand reaches to cup mine so I can feel the steady beating of his heart. “I know that when we passed it yesterday, you snuck a look at it.”
“Guilty as charged,” I admit. “Now that I know it’s you, I can’t help but look.”
“You can touch all you want, Champ.” He guides my hand down his chest toward his stomach. “All of this is yours for the taking whenever you want.”
I want it always and forever.
More than that, I want his heart.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
It may be too soon or too fast, but it feels like love, and it’s more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
“Kiss me goodbye.” He leans forward. “I want to taste you on my lips until I see you again.”
I shoot up to my tiptoes to press my mouth to his.
Our kiss is slow, torturous, and literally weakens my knees. I lean into Sean to find my balance.
“That was…” His voice trails. “Heaven, Calliope.”
“Think about me today,” I whisper.
“I do. Every single second.” He kisses me again. “I can’t help it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Sean
“Today is the day!”Calliope’s smile brightens the overcast streets of Manhattan as soon as she exits our building.
For someone who spent all of her weekend immersed in work, she looks like a million bucks.
Her hair is pinned up in a messy bun. Her body is wrapped in a fitted black dress with lace trim at the hem, and the black heels on her feet give her a few extra inches in height.
She’s a dream to look at and incredible to touch.
Since we’re on the sidewalk outside our building with people milling about, I resist the urge to pull her in for a kiss.
Instead, I stare. I outright stare at her as she approaches me.
