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Chapter Fifteen
Clark
We didn’t sleep a wink while we were in New Orleans–we were too busy making the most of our time together. As soon as the Heart jet took off, PJ closed her eyes and didn’t open them again until we touched down in Orlando.
“We’re here already?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head.
God, you’re beautiful even when you’ve just woken up.
She didn’t seem to be in any rush to get off the plane. I couldn’t blame her. This short getaway checks everything on the ‘goodtime’ list. It was going to be hard to beat, but I’d think of something. Just not today. I wouldn’t mind a day in bed with you either. Not sure how much rest we’d get, but sleep is overrated.
“I think you needed some rest,” I said, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her face.
“And who’s to blame for that?” she asked teasingly.
“I can’t take all the blame. You teased and I…”
“Pleased,” she smiled. “But now I feel like I could sleep for days and I need to go get ready for work.”
“I thought you were fired,” I said in confusion.
She hadn’t mentioned finding another job, but I wouldn’t put it past PJ to pull that off.
“I own the company, but it was the client who chose not to do business with me any longer. It’s the first time that has ever happened, but I’m not concerned.”
“I must have missed something. You own a professional mourning company?”
I don’t get it.
“I do. It’s called Shed Those Tears.”
I shook my head. “Catchy name, but I still am flabbergasted at your choice of profession.”
I could see from the way she narrowed her eyes that I should’ve kept my mouth shut. She pulled away and sat up. “Seems like the pilot is ready for us to disembark.”
I didn’t give a shit how long he waited. That’s what he was paid to do. I had upset PJ and didn’t understand how – we were going to sit here until I figured it out and made it right.
“Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” I asked, knowing damn well I had.
“Nope. Just tired.”
I’m fucked.That was what a woman said when she was pissed. Normally, that would’ve been my cue to part ways and end this. But I wanted to continue seeing PJ. I couldn’t recall the last time I wanted to put so much effort with a woman. But this was easy effort because I wanted to be with her. Nothing was forced.
Do I push her now to talk this out or wait till after work?Fuck. I’m not good at this shit. I’ve never cared enough to want to make it work. PJ and I had something unique. I couldn’t explain what it was. All I know is I am not willing to walk away.
“Then let me get you home so you can rest before work. Maybe we can have dinner when you get off?” I asked.
She shrugged. “As long as tonight goes better than the last wake, I’d love to.”
I tipped her head up so her eyes met mine. “Since I’m not doing anything stupid like sending flowers, I’m sure it will go smoothly.”
PJ gave me a weak smile, and I knew she was putting a wall up. I’d like to tell her she didn’t need one, that I wouldn’t hurt her. But the odds were that I would. There were many women who’d tell PJ to run for the hills. That all I’m good at is breaking hearts.
But that’s not true.They got what they wanted, which was their moment in time in the tabloids. I’d been careful to avoid giving the impression I’d ever want anything more from these women. So far, I’d been able to keep PJ out of the limelight. It was much easier in New Hampshire. But if we keep going out like we did in New Orleans, someone would take note. Someone would snap a photo. And then this will come to an abrupt end.
“Would you rather eat in? I can bring dinner.” I had my own selfish reasons for asking.
She frowned. “I had promised to cook for you, remember?”
