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Me:Fine.
Abby:I can just imagine your scowl. It’s gonna be fun. I’m taking lots of pictures.
Me:…
Abby:You can’t back out now. I won’t let you.
Me:…
Abby:Love you too.
By the time I woke up the next morning, Emmy was gone. Everything from her makeup pouch thing had migrated to the counter, taking up every inch of space, signaling she’d already gotten ready for the day.
How the fuck had she done that and not woken me up?
Trying not to think about how maybe I’d slept deeply because I trusted her, I showered and headed downstairs to grab some complimentary breakfast and got to work.
Abby hadn’t arrived yet, so I retrieved all the stuff she needed for the expo from the storage space and put together the tables and displays for our booth. The wine wouldn’t come out until tomorrow, and Abby would do the finer decorating, so it didn’t take long to finish.
Which meant I needed to help with Emmy’s space next.
My palms sweated like some nervous fucking teenager as I headed to the other side of the giant room. While I knew what I wanted, I wasn’t sure how Emmy would act today. If she pretended that yesterday at the lake had never happened, it was going to take a fuck-ton more work to kiss her again.
When I finally approached her booth, she was bent over, rummaging through some storage totes, and I took a second to stare at her ass. So fucking perfect and soft looking, and I imagined biting one cheek and then the other as I slowly fucked her with my fingers.
Emmy stood, and I hoped like hell she couldn’t tell I’d just been ogling her. She smiled, and I noticed how she had on a lot more makeup than usual.
“Hey, West. Good timing. I need your help.” She walked up and put a hand on my bicep and squeezed. “You’re definitely stronger than me, so I’m sure you can do it.”
I couldn’t stop from frowning. Not that I didn’t want her hands on me, but fuck, was this some sort of sign? Or was I just hoping it was?
Then she leaned against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and blood rushed to my dick. “Ready to help?”
My heart raced as my gaze darted to her lips. At least she didn’t bite her bottom lip, or I might’ve done something fucking stupid, like kiss her before she was ready.
She moved away, and I instantly missed her heat. “Come on. I have this giant display thing that needs put together, along with a little archway. If you could do the archway first, I can decorate it while you finish the other.”
Confused as hell about what was going on with her today, I willed my dick to behave and focused on the tasks she gave me. We worked in silence for a while until Emmy finished decorating the archway. Then she came near me and said, “I thought we could grab lunch together. The front desk recommended an amazing Mexican restaurant not far from here.”
I glanced at her, trying to figure out her mood, but she merely smiled. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I replied, “Sure. Just us?”
“Yep. I owe you more than one meal for sharing your room with me. Especially given how uncomfortable you looked on the cot.”
It had been fucking terrible, and the shitty thing would probably collapse soon from my weight. But I merely shrugged. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not. But I may have a solution for that. And no, don’t ask me now. We’ll talk at lunch, when we’re alone.”
Okay, that was an about-face from the woman who’d insisted she needed to get her own room and stay far, far away from me.
Was she up to something?
The next few hours flew by quickly. I helped Emmy with some of her decorating—not the delicate stuff, because apparently, I had big, manly hands, whatever the hell that meant—and then did a few things for my sister at our booth too. Before I knew it, it was nearly one o’clock, and I found Emmy again.
She smiled as soon as she noticed me, and I couldn’t wait until we were at the restaurant. Because I wanted to know just where I stood with this woman.
Important things, such as if I could kiss and hold her close again.
I drove us to the restaurant, and after we were seated and ordered, Emmy said, “I’ve been thinking.”
