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I push back from the table at the same time he does. “I’ll do that.”
“I get that we barely know each other.” He zips up his hoodie. “But, I can tell you’re a good person. I won’t say I’m glad I keeledover in that restaurant, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse than it was. I met a great girl and a new friend.”
I smile at that. “I’m glad it all worked out for you, Daxton.”
“I have Dr. Morgan to thank for that.” He grins. “Talk about a superhero. If he hadn’t been in that restaurant, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
I don’t think one word of that is an exaggeration. Gaines saved his life.
“I promised Saylor I’d read her a bedtime story.” He taps his chest. “I’m pretty lucky that I get to do that.”
“You’re very lucky.”
“I’ll catch up with you soon, Els,” he says just as my phone buzzes on the table. “I’ll leave you to that.”
I glance at the screen of my phone and the familiar number that is calling before I turn my attention back to him. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Anytime.”
I send my mom’s call straight to voicemail because our talks always last longer than the time I can devote to one right now. I’m also not looking forward to her asking me when she’ll finally meet my “Wall Street boyfriend.” I haven’t told her or my dad that I dumped Philip.
I glance at the bag hanging over the back of the chair I was just sitting in. I choose a larger tote before I left home to head to Astrid’s because it’s just the right size for a ball of yarn and knitting needles.
I take another look around this almost empty café before I sit back down.
Inspiration can be found anywhere, so I’ll order another coffee, and get to work on a sweater that a regular customer ordered a couple of weeks ago.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Gaines
I didwhat I promised myself I wouldn’t do.
I circled the block where Eloise lives three times before I let myself into the building using the code I saved to memory after peering over her shoulder two nights ago.
I had no right to be there, yet there I was banging a fist on her apartment door, desperately hoping to find her there.
She never answered.
I tried again an hour later after swearing to myself I’d go home.
I made it an entire three blocks from her place before I stepped into a bar and downed two fingers of whiskey.
I spent the next ten minutes convincing a woman who approached me that I had no interest in going home with her.
Rewind to a few weeks ago and we wouldn’t have made it past the alley next to the bar.
I would have let her blow me before I fucked her, and that rendezvous would have left us both satisfied, albeit for me it would have been a temporary fix.
Now, the thought of another woman’s lips wrapped around my dick does nothing for me.
I don’t know where the fuck Eloise learned how to suck cock, but she’s in a class all her own.
After I walked away from a beautiful woman willing to drop to her knees for me, I went back to Eloise’s apartment again for another round of the torture of not finding her there.
I’m home now with a raging hard-on and a mind filled with all kinds of ‘what-if’scenarios.
What if some guy is nailing her right now?
