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Producing a Dodgers hat, I place it over my head and ask, “Would you like to know where I found this?”
Damon faces me fully, eyeing the hat that still smells like him.
“It was hidden at the very bottom of the box I received from the Double Palm.” I bridge the gap between us. “A box I didn’t bother opening until last night after I’d made the arrangements to fly here.”
“You never opened your things?” he asks, genuinely confused.
“No. Because I knew everything inside it would remind me of you, and I wasn’t ready to face the truth.”
“Group B, we’re beginning boarding,” the woman interrupts.
My throat tightens unbearably.
“I love you, Damon. More than I’ve ever loved another person.”
People begin to whisper, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“I left with Thad not because I chose him, but because the intensity of what I felt for you terrified me to my core.” Fighting tears, I place my palm over my heart. “Letting you walk away that night was a coward’s mistake.”
A clash of emotions thunders through me when Damon finally lowers his defenses. He twists my cap around backward and searches my face while words continue to pour.
“I thought running was easier than being disappointed, butnothingabout leaving you has been easy.”
“What about the move?”he asks.
“I didn’t come here to stop you from going to London.”
I have to tip my head up to stare into those stormy eyes.
“I’m here because you’re my match in every sense of the word. I want there to be no question that I’m ready to do this, and if I have to support you from this side of the pond, I’m damn sure going to.”
A muscle feathers in his neck as he swallows.
I patiently wait for him to say something. Anything.
When Damon places his hand over my cheek and brushes away a half-dried tear, a delicate shudder slides through my body. I knew I’d missed him… but I’ve clearly underestimated the magnitude of how much.
The smile tugging the corner of his mouth builds with each second that passes. Another call for the next group sounds when he releases me long enough to unzip his bag.
I sputter a tearful laugh.
“I’ve been invited to have dinner with Patrick and the Vice President of the international branch in a few weeks and… looks like I’m dateless again.”
Damon raises a brow as he places my Braves cap on his head.
I’m fighting tears as I strive for confidence, but my words are shaky. “Are you implying that you need my assistance Mr. Carlisle?”
A full-blown smile peels his lips, followed by a rumbling chuckle. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll even let you stay at my place.”
The wordgoodhas a whole lot of innuendo riding behind it.
“Group D, you’re now—”
The rest of the call fades as Damon wraps an arm behind my back, pulling me up into him and then slanting his mouth over mine.
Our lips meld together, soft, sweet, and tender, before rising to a clashing a fury.
His opposite hand winds its way into my hair as he arches me backward, devouring me, conveying with each little nip how much he’s missed this, and I give him everything I have right back.
