Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’m nowhere near thinking about that yet, but I fill him in on the most important person in Greer’s life. “She has a daughter. Olive. She’s seven.”
Jameson’s eyes light up as he smiles. “That’s fantastic. Have you met her yet?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m hoping we’ll get there in time.”
He pokes a finger into the center of my chest. “You will. When you do, Olive will think you’re great. Just like Morgan does.”
I can only hope that’s the case.
The closer I get to Greer, the more I want things to work out between us. What started as a weekend of fun has the potential to morph into a lifetime of memories. I’m not going to get ahead of myself, but I can see it in the distant future, and I like the way it looks.
I’m about to indulge in a late afternoon treat that has the potential to turn my day around.
After I got to the office earlier and had the brief discussion with my brother about Greer, all hell broke loose.
One of our deliveries was lost somewhere between North Dakota and New York State. A store with our name on the awning in Seattle caught on fire. It was contained to a corner of the storeroom, and no one was hurt, but it did shake up the two employees who were present.
I called them both personally and assured them that we’re here for them. Marc is scheduled to fly out there tonight to address the situation in person. He’s an expert at handling a crisis, so I know the employees will be taken care of. Marc will deal with all the insurance issues, too.
I swing open the door to a café that I’ve become familiar with over the past few years since it’s around the corner from my office tower.
I spot Greer immediately as soon as I’m inside. Her hand jumps in the air to greet me, but the smile on her face is what I can’t take my eyes off of.
I was surprised when she texted me asking if I could spare a few minutes for a coffee. I was out of my office and in the elevator before I texted her back that I was all in.
I go in for a hug when I’m close enough to make it look natural.
There’s absolutely no resistance from her. In fact, she doubles down by kissing me lightly on the cheek. I pull back far enough to look into her eyes.
“If there weren’t so many people here, I’d kiss you,” I whisper.
“Do it,” she challenges.
Without any hesitation, I cup a hand behind her neck, tilt her head ever so slightly, and claim her mouth in a kiss that leaves no question about how desperately I want her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Greer
That kiss was just what I needed.
I left a meeting that didn’t go as planned right before I walked into this coffee shop around the corner from Holden’s office. I saw it as an opportunity to steal a few minutes alone with him. Fortunately, he viewed it through the same lens when I texted to ask him to meet me.
I breathe in a mouthful of air as he watches me intently. “What’s going on, Greer?”
“You’re the best kisser I’ve ever known.”
A smile parts his lips. “I’ll own that title with pride. I’m working toward being the best of everything in your life.”
He already is. He’s proven he respects me in a way my ex-husband never did. Holden gracefully bowed out when I told him I wouldn’t approve a sale between Krista and Carden. He honored my decision.
I chew on the corner of my bottom lip. “You are already the best at a lot of things.”
“That involve my mouth?” he whispers. “If there weren’t so many people here, I’d go down on you.”
Laughing, I slap the center of his chest playfully. “That only works with kissing, not with oral.”
“Stop by my apartment later and I’ll satisfy both of our cravings.”
Considering it, I sigh. “It would need to be after Olive goes to bed. Bruce and Martha love reading her bedtime stories, but I prefer to do it.”
He nods. “Of course. Are Bruce and Martha your nannies?”
I shake my head. “They’re my ex’s parents.”
I’m not surprised when he steps back an inch or two. “Oh.”
It’s the reaction I was anticipating. I want to explain more, but dumping my sordid past on him while we stand in line waiting to order coffee isn’t how I saw this unfolding.
“I want to share more about all of that,” I tell him while gazing into his eyes.
He adjusts his glasses slightly. “I really want to know more about that.”
I tug on his tie to straighten it. “Tonight? We can talk about it a bit when I come to your apartment. I don’t have to rush home, so if you want to take your time kissing me goodnight after we talk, I’m all for that.”