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“I turned him down. I left. I told him to get fucked. And then…he signed it anyway.”
“I don’t understand,” I cry.
With a sigh, he leans back in the booth and stares across the table at me, softness around his eyes. No longer so distraught or worried. He seems at peace.
“He told me the choice was mine. Then, he tried to tell me that if I stayed with you while you owned this club, my career in the ministry would be over. He tried to tell me that you were holding me back, but I can’t help but wonder…if I’m the one holdingyouback.”
I lean forward, feeling the panic start to rise again.
“What are you talking about?”
“Peaches, I just want you to have everything you ever wanted.” He says it so plainly, I’m sitting here wondering if he’s suddenly lost his mind. My hands ball into tight fists, and I want to punch him for how stupid he’s being right now.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I reply, drawing the eyes of those around us again. “All I’ve ever wanted was you, you idiot. I never had a family, Adam. I’ve never had a place where I truly belonged. Now, I have you. I don’t give a shit about the club. I just need you.”
“You know it’s going to be hard, right? As long as we’re together, you may never get your VIPs back or your members. And you’ll have to start from scratch.”
I let out a long, frustrated groan. “Stop trying to be so fuckinggood.Stop trying to follow the rules, Adam. Fuck the rules. Fuck therightthing. And fuck the VIPs. I won’t even have a VIP section at my club. And anyone who has issues with you can fuck off.”
A smile stretches slowly across his face, but I still want to punch him. I want to punch his stupid, perfect, handsome face. Then I want to kiss it.
“Come here,” he mutters in a low, sexy command, and I jump up from my seat in the booth and crawl into his next to him, burying myself under his arm. He cuddles me close, and I inhale the familiar scent of his cologne. His arms feel like home to me now.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he says against the top of my head. “I just…do my best writing here.”
“I thought you left me,” I reply, looking up into his warm-brown eyes.
“I would never leave you like that, Peaches. I told you. I’ll be here for as long as you want me to.”
Closing the distance between us, he presses his lips to mine, and I just hold him there for a minute. Our mouths pressed together, content to just be touching.
Someone across the aisle clears their throat, and Adam looks up, looking offended. With a roll of his eyes, he mutters, “Prude.”
I giggle as I squeeze my arms around him. “What are you writing?” The yellow pad of paper on the table is already full.
“A letter to my brother.”
“Did you tell him about me?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Yes. I told him all about you.”
The waitress refills Adam’s coffee cup and sets another on the table for me. My eyes catch on the manila envelope on the table, and it suddenly dawns on me that I finally have the club to myself. Brett is gone. And I can finally start the venture the way I want to.
“So…” Adam says as he picks up a bite of his scrambled eggs, dips them in ketchup, and feeds them to me like a child. “What are you going to name your new club?”
As I’m chewing, I furrow my brow. “What’s wrong with Pink?”
He shrugs. “I thought you’d like to start fresh. Pick something you’d really like.”
“Hmm…” I say, mixing creamer into my coffee. “What about…Sex Church.”
He laughs, nearly choking on his waffles. “Why don’t we brainstorm a little longer?”
I’m chuckling over my cup of coffee before resting my head on his shoulder. I feel his lips on my head just as I notice an older couple watching us with curiosity from across the restaurant.
I know we look like an odd pairing, but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. We might be incompatible or complete opposites, but I’ve found a good man, and I’m not going to let him go.
I don’t need him to be a hero—I just need him to be here.
