“Fine. Do what you want. But hold out until tomorrow. And whatever you do, don’t
bring her flowers or candy or some shit. You’ll look too eager, I’m telling you.”
Tuesday night, at ten to six, Gage stood at Hailey’s door with a bouquet of flowers in
hand.
When she opened the door and blinked at him in surprise, he wondered if his brother
was maybe right. But as her gaze fell on the flowers, her eyes misted and she had to clear
her throat to speak.
“Follow me.”
He grinned.Derrick, you’re the dumbass.He took a few steps inside after closing the
door and found he approved of her place. Like his apartment, she had ivory-colored walls
and dark brown furniture. A denim couch and loveseat sat around a scarred, knotty coffee
table. She had several framed pictures on her walls, of places, actual photographs.
Noting his attention, she blushed, a becoming rose that made him want to bend her
over the nearest table and ride her hard. God, the woman had only to breathe and he
wanted her.
“Those are places I’ve wanted to visit. And I’ve actually traveled to London, been
inside Harrods even.”
“Harrods?” He felt stupid for asking, moreso when she shook her head and mumbled
it wasn’t important.
“Would you like something to drink?”
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“What I’d like is for you to look at me,” he said gruffly. “What’s Harrods?”
“It’s a high-scale department store.”
“In London, a place you’ve always wanted to go and finally went.”
She smiled at his understanding. “Well, yes.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
Hailey chuckled. “Why is it I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you?” As soon
as she said it, she turned scarlet.
He grinned. “Good. I thought it was just me.” He felt harder than a pike, and brought
