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Drew
“Has Penny booked yourflight?” Tanner asks, frowning at the design prints on the boardrooms meeting table.
“She did.” I lean back in my chair, flexing my shoulders as I stretch. A groan escapes me and I wince.
“Been hammering it in the gym?” Tanner drops his pen onto the paperwork and looks at me.
“Maybe.” I tip my head. “Fine… yes.”
He chuckles, pressing a finger and thumb into his tired eyes. His youngest, Ruby, has started teething and he told me he was up half the night walking around the house with her in his arms because it’s the only way she would sleep.
I don’t feel sorry for him. He’s a lucky bastard and he knows it. But since Friday night, my usual jealousy doesn’t gut punch me as hard as it usually would.
“You only do that when you’re worried about work. Or when you’re pumped about something. So which is it?” he asks. “Something tells me it isn’t going to the New York office to close this deal.”
“Ten out of ten.” I reach over and clap him on the back with a wide grin.
“The lawyer?” His brows rise in question.
“Sophie,” I confirm with a grin. It’s been there ever since Saturday morning. It hasn’t left my face since the moment she dropped that towel and told me she wanted me. And it grew even wider when we’d finished and she reached for the painkillers I bought and popped two like she knew she’d be needing them.
I wonder if she’s aching as much as me now. If she’s still feeling me.
The thought makes my grin stretch further.
“Sophie,” Tanner repeats, pursing his lips. “About fucking time.”
“Yeah. Took a while, but I told you years ago it’d happen. No going back now. That woman isitfor me.”
Tanner opens his mouth and then promptly shuts it, nodding instead as I fix him with a look that says,“You can’t talk.”We both know he was a goner for his wife, Rachel the moment he met her. Sometimes your gut tells you the first time you meet someone. And my gut was pretty damn clear four years ago. Sophie Havers was always meant for me. And I’ll fight anyone who argues otherwise.
“I’ll schedule the global call for Thursday, then? When you’re back,” he says, picking his pen up and marking something down.
“Sure.”
Even the thought of one of our long-ass meetings with all the branch heads from around the world later this week can’t bring me down today.
Because tonight I have a date.
And this time, she’smydate.
“Drew!” The surprise in Sophie’s voice is evident, even though I see her face from behind the giant bouquet of irises I’m holding.
“Hey, Darling.” I hand her the bouquet and kiss her on the cheek, curling one hand around her hipbone and fighting back my groan at the feel of her again.
“Thank you. They’re—”
“Your favorite. I remember.”
“I’ll get a vase.” Smiling, she walks down the hall and into a large open-plan living room of her apartment. “Did you want a drink before we go?” She glances at me over her shoulder before she walks through a door into what I assume is the kitchen.
“No. I want my date,” I say as the sound of a running tap mixes with her laugh.
When we first met, she was so serious and focused. But hearing her now, the lightness in her laugh, I intend to make it happen a whole lot more. It suits her.
And it swells my fucking heart.
“It’s like that, is it?” She walks back into the room, passing me with the vase of flowers.
