“When do we—”
“Day after tomorrow,” he cut me off, answering my question. “I already knew you were going to ask, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave you out of my sight while I went to talk with her.”
I stood with a smile on my face, holding in the laugh that wanted to spill out. “You’re so damn sexy when you read my mind,” I said in a low voice as I moved closer to his desk.
Rising, Micah wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me to him.
“And you’re a complete pain in my ass. Had you been one of my typical clients, I would’ve fired your ass and given you a full refund.”
I was about to ask him what made me so different from one of his regular clients, but his lips were quicker than mine. He swooped in and kissed me before I got the chance. Not that I was complaining by any means. Micah’s kisses were worth the temporary brain fog I always found myself in afterward.
Unfortunately, Hound, who’d been silent for the most part up until then, began making a whimpering noise.
We pulled apart, and I stared down at him as he looked up at us. I could’ve sworn I spotted longing in those dark brown, doggy eyes of his.
“Damn dog,” Micah griped.
“He just wants a little attention. Don’t you, boy?” I bent down and scratched behind his ears, petting him.
“Why don’t I take him out on a trail for a walk?” I suggested.
“I’ll come with. I can do the rest of the work I was planning on doing from home.”
I wasn’t about to argue with that. I was finding that there wasn’t much more that I enjoyed than spending my time outdoors with these two.
Chapter Twenty-Four
That was how I found myself with Micah on a long ass road trip the following evening. I usually wasn’t one for long car rides, but in Texas, it’s something you need to get used to if you want to travel to the opposite side of the state.
“Ugh, girl, answer your damn phone,” I insisted into the speaker of my cell phone when Lena’s voicemail came on again. I’d been calling her for two damn days and hadn’t heard a word from her.
“Who’s that?” Micah questioned, looking over at me from the driver’s seat.
“Lena Clarkson. The musician I told you about. I still can’t believe you’ve never heard of her.” I shook my head as I scrolled through my extensive contacts’ list.
“Is she that damn famous?” He snorted as if it wasn’t possible.
“She has millions of fans.”
“What type of music does she sing?”
I sighed. “It’s a mix of neo-soul, a little pop, and R&B. She’s written for a lot of well-known artists, too, which most people don’t realize.”
“Play something of hers for me.”
I twisted my lips and thought for a moment which song to play. “This is one of my favorites,” I said as I pulled up my slow jams playlist and pressed the button to play the song titled “Strawberries and Whipped Cream”.It was a sexy, slow jam that spoke of the intimate act of sex using a series of metaphors.
I watched as Micah bobbed his head a little bit to the music.
“See, it’s good, isn’t it?”
“Not as good as Thomas Rhett, but it’s all right, I guess.”
“I’m going to do us both a favor and ignore that comment.” I shook my head. “Thomas Rhett,” I mumbled. “Anyway, she’s not answering her phone. She’s in hiding, and this situation with her fiancé keeps getting more and more attention.”
“Why are you calling her? Aren’t you on leave?”
“I am, but I’m the only PR rep she likes. I know who to call,” I stated, finally deciding to reach out to her cousin. I dialed Rayven and was sure she wasn’t going to respond after the first three rings, but on the fourth ring, she answered. “Oh, so you are alive,” I blurted into the phone after she said hello.
