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Chapter 34
Grace
Tuesdayiscompletelyfilledwith meetings. I’ve got several men lined up that I’m interviewing as potential dates for my bachelorettes. I love the change in my business. I love that these men are vying for a chance with a successful, independent woman. None of these menneedme to find them a date. They are all extremely good-looking, wealthy, and charismatic. They could easily have a woman on their arm or in their bed by simply batting their eye lashes or holding out their black Amex cards. But because of the James-Hanson match, everyone wants to see who I will set them up with. Who will be the next Cat and Jay. They have really taken the media by storm, and my reputation has come along for the ride.
I’m just finishing up with a client phone call when Rachel knocks on my door. “Hey, are you all done?” she asks as she peeks in.
I nod as I hang up. “Yeah, you want to grab lunch?”
“Oh sure, but that’s not why I knocked.”
I motion to the chair, letting her know I’m all ears. She places a package on my desk. It’s black and shiny with a red bow wrapped around it. I glance at it and then back up at her. “What’s this?”
Christmas is around the corner, but I don’t have a gift for Rachel yet.
“Oh, it isn’t from me. It was just hand delivered.” She points at the package and motions for me to open it. There is a card that matches the wrapping on top. I flip it open, and a stupid smile crosses my lips before I have the chance to clamp it down.
Because I can’t always be there to keep you warm. XOXO, Whiskey.
I roll my eyes at my own excitement as I slip the bow off the top and open the box.
Gloves.
Purple leather gloves.
He noticed my lack of gloves last night and sent me some.Of course he did. I bite my lip.
“Gloves?” Rachel asks, eyeing me skeptically.
I purse my lips trying to temper my smile. “Yup. The man is persistent. Gotta give him that.”
Rachel smiles. “That he is. Okay, where should we go for lunch?”
Wednesday a mug arrives that says,You’re Gorgeous.With it is a variety of teas, a coffee-scented candle, and another card.
My favorite moments with you were sharing a cup of coffee before heading to work. It was the best week of my life having you in my penthouse. I imagine you are missing your coffee almost as much as I miss you. Almost.
I love you,
Cash
P.S. Okay, the coffee thing is a bit of a stretch. I really loved our moments in the shower too. And my bed. And don’t forget the bath. Youcan’ttell me you don’t miss that.
I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile, and then I throw my head back in laughter when I see the other coffee mug in the bag, which says,I’m sorry, did I roll my eyes out loud?
Thursday, I walk into my office to find a breakfast sandwich, a cup of tea, and a smoothie on my desk. “Rachel,” I call out.
She walks in with a smile. “He dropped it off a few minutes ago. You just missed him.”
“Frank?” I ask, as I take out the sandwich and stare at the delicious concoction. Where the hell did he find a place that had Taylor ham? It’s a salty ham-like meat that is mostly found in Jersey. I’d told him about it when we were in the Keys. Growing up it was the one good memory I have with my mom. Taylor ham, egg, and cheese bagels on Saturday mornings. When she didn’t have a boyfriend staying over, that is.
I close my eyes and take a bite. It almost feels like I’m transported back in time. Strange how food can do that to you.
“No, Cash. He dropped it off and left a bag in your fridge as well.”
I narrow my eyes. “Cash came here, in the cold, to hand deliver me breakfast, and he didn’t stay?”
Rachel shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but she couldn’t possibly understand how wrong she is. The man is relentless and busy. If he was going to hand deliver me a sandwich, why wouldn’t he stay? He practically forces himself on me in his demanding, attention-seeking way.
He’s giving you what you asked. Time and space. But also showing you that he’s thinking about you,my traitorous mind whispers.
Shut it,I tell my tingling body parts as they get excited to see what else he’s left me. It’s been a few days of him wooing me. He doesn’t get a damn medal. Even if he’s been thoughtful and creative, no one said he wasn’t capable of those things. He’s just also capable of breaking my damn heart if I give him the opportunity again.
I take another bite of my sandwich before walking over to the fridge to see what else he’s left. There’s a note on top of a white box.
The first time I saw you, I knew you were beautiful. But when we shared Key Lime pie and I heard you moan, I knew I was in trouble because I’d do anything to hear it again. I still would. I love you, Gracie.
Cash
P.S. I miss you.
