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“Morning, Charli,” he drawled, his voice like a caress on my bare skin. I shivered.
“Hi, Cade,” I squeaked.
He beckoned me with one hand, crooking a finger with a naughty grin. “Get back here.”
I went. I was only human. And the whole “one more night” thing was not even my idea.
He kissed me.
It lingered.
Hands on my skin.
Bodies pressed close.
My heart like a bass drum pounding in my chest beating hope throughout my veins.
Our lips pressed harder together, opening, this kiss pushing us into a future we hadn’t defined. One that existed beyond the time limit we had set the night before.
Then he stopped. “I promised you French toast, but you don’t have what I need so I’ll owe you.”
I don’t have what he needs.Did I ever?
I bit the inside of my lip. Hard. “Don’t worry about it. Do you work today? Maybe we could get breakfast together?”
“I do. Yeah, I’m on duty. What time is it?”
I found my watch on the night table. “It’s six.”
“I overslept. I should get a move on. Can I call you later?”
“Yes. I feel like maybe we need to talk about this?”
“I agree.” He smiled at me before he sat up, shifted his legs to the floor, then bent to gather his clothes and get dressed. I tugged the sheet up to cover myself and watched, dejected.
I was blue.
Beyond sad.
I wanted to bury myself under my covers and cry until I passed out and couldn’t think anymore. I didn’t know what to do or what I should say to him.
Fear held me back from everything I knew my heart wanted tell him. I stared at the floor. I couldn’t stand to watch him leave.
He circled around the bed stopping at my side. “Hey.” Lifting my chin with a fingertip he bent and kissed my forehead. “Last night was special. We’ll talk about it tonight, okay? I’ll call you when I get off. I promise.”
“All right. Until tonight then.”
I heard his footsteps down the stairs and the twist of the lock before he shut the door behind himself. He was gone.
“Crap,” I whispered to no one as I fell back to the pillows and tears filled my eyes. “Damn it.” Did he really have to work? I hated that I doubted his word when I never had before.
The front doorknob jiggled, and I heard a faint knocking. “Cade? Is that you? I’m coming.” I wrapped the sheet around myself and flew down the stairs. I opened the door, but no one was there. It must have been the wind. I mumbled to myself, “I swear, I’m losing my damn mind,” and shut the door with a slam, locked it, then set the alarm.
I needed to get some work done. But my mind was everywhere but on my manuscript. I headed to the kitchen to get the coffee started while I took a shower.
I stopped in front of the door leading into the garage. The light was on; it shone through the bottom crack of the door.
Freaking McMillon.
