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Me: I never imagined saying this, but think Mav will let me borrow his jet?
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Then I dropped it on the table, pulled my laptop closer.
“It’s time to move away from home,” I said to my kitchen, and all the ghosts that lived in it. Then I went to work.
49
DEX
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“Mr. James, there’s someone here to see you.” It was the concierge from the lobby on the house phone. I rarely had guests besides my brothers, and they were on a list to be allowed up without a call.
I didn’t imagine myself to be fancy enough to need someone to clear visitors, but after a crazy woman broke in and got into my bed at my old place, I changed my mind.
“Who?” I asked. I finished my afternoon workout an hour ago, showered and was debating what to make for dinner. I wasn’t in a mood to see anyone. When was I these days?
“She says she’s your wife.”
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as if it was right before puck drop at a playoff event. Lindy was here. I didn’t even know she knew where here was. That meant someone had to have told her. Mav. Silas. Theo.
I could imagine why the guy sounded wary. Most married people lived together.
“Please send her up,” I said finally.
I stood in the hallway and waited for the elevator doors to open.
They did. Fuck, it was like at her house when she’d answered my knock the first time I saw her.
Breathtaking. Beautiful. She was perfectly styled, but simply dressed. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, soft wisps falling around her face. Her makeup was subtle and her lips glossy and fucking kissable. Dammit.
She was in a Steaming Hotties t-shirt and a pair of jeans. With sneakers on her feet, she looked more casual than I’d ever seen her, besides in her nighties or when she fled the hotel room in Vegas. Today, she was definitely wearing a bra. A big purse was slung over her arm and tucked beneath it was a… toaster.
Her eyes met mine and she swallowed hard. A smile tugged at her lips, but she squashed it. Her nerves were obvious.
I was fucking coming out of my skin. Why was she here? What did she want? Could I press her into the wall and kiss the hell out of her? What was up with the toaster?
“If you stay in there much longer, you’ll be on your way back to the lobby,” I said.
That got her out of the elevator.
“Hey, sugar.”
“Hi,” she said on a whisper.
I raised my arm indicating she was welcome in my apartment. I’d imagined her in my apartment many times, but now I was wary. Was this a final goodbye? I realized how much hope I clung to these past few weeks and now… now…
Fuck.
I closed the door behind her.
“Wow, um. Great place.”
“Thanks. Drink or bread to make toast?”
She blinked. “Oh, um. No. I…” She closed her eyes. Took a breath, probably imagining she was in her yoga class or something. Then she lifted her chin, looked me in the eye and said, “I have something for you. You’ve been wanting it for a while.”
