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He kissed me again, pulling out as he rose from the bed. I wondered what he was doing in the bathroom when he returned with a warm wet washcloth to clean me up.
We spent the afternoon talking. His fingers interlaced with mine as I sat on his lap, and we shared an intimate moment I would remember for a long time into the future.
Hawk surprised me later that night when he returned with a suitcase of my clothes and a bag full of my makeup and other necessities. “I knew you needed these.” He cleared his throat. “I hope you’ll be staying with me while we figure all this shit out.”
“I am,” I promised.
His shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
The following morning, I showered and dressed for work, noting Hawk’s sullen expression.
“Hey. It’ll be fine. Besides, I’m sure you have things to do.”
“Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly.
“Follow me there. I like knowing you’re behind me.”
“Shit,” he joked. “I will be later, for sure.”
His caution and worry were sweet. I understood his reasons for it, but I had to live my life too. We needed to be able to compromise and accept the differences in our lives. I already knew he was a biker and outlaw. He’d have to learn about me too.
I parked in the garage a little before eight a.m., blowing Hawk a kiss as he sat on his motorcycle, waving before I entered the building.
Most of the morning sped by with all the work piled up from an intern who quit. I spent hours catching up and finally took a break. As I sipped on coffee, I swiped across the screen of my cell. Hawk had sent a message every hour.
How adorably stalker.
I texted back, assuring him I was fine, just busy.
The door to the break room opened, and Elliot walked inside. I hadn’t seen him in so long it was almost shocking to find his debonair but wicked smile settled on me. He didn’t stop at the vending machines or fridge, walking right up to my table.
“Callie. How have you been?”
“Great. Thanks.”
His predatory, creepy grin popped a dimple on his left cheek. “That’s wonderful to hear. We missed you the other night.”
“Oh?”
“I had cocktails with a mutual friend. He mentioned something interesting.”
I couldn’t imagine what mutual friend we would have together. “Is it a secret?”
“No, actually.” Cue the narcissistic smile. “You have the same last name as an intimate colleague of mine. Her name is Sadie. Sadie Withers.”
Oh, no.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Blinking, I stared into his face, and the knowing grin that widened the longer I kept silent. My face felt hot as a flush crept up my neck and into my cheeks. “Oh really?”
“What a coincidence. Don’t you think?”
Nope.
“I guess that happens a lot,” I mused, trying not to freak out.
“Perhaps.” He strolled past the table, stopped, and brushed his fingertips over my shoulder. “You do resemble one another. Such pretty,” he paused, “dolls.”
