“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never heard you talk about anything serious with somebody. I was just curious…”
“I mean…I guess that depends on your definition of serious…”
I smirked at her obvious deflection. “Like, someone you labeled as more than a guy you went on a few dates with or were seeing casually. Someone you called aboyfriend.”
“Well, yeah, but not in a while.”
“How long is ‘a while’?”
“I don’t know,” she said a bit defensively before flopping back on the bed. “A while. But I don’t know if I would say they were…serious.”
“Okay, let me ask you this. What was your longest relationship?”
She snorted. “A whopping eleven months.”
My brows rose in surprise. I’d expected to hear an answer much longer than that. “Really? That’s it?” I chuckled as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Damn, Princess.”
“Shut up. You’ve never even had a relationship, so you quite literally can’t even beat that.”
“You are correct, yes. But that’s been bychoice.” Up until now, it was, anyway. “And, correct me if I’m wrong, but yours doesn’t seem by choice…”
She looked from me to the ceiling, blowing out a breath. “I just…I haven’t ever found anyone that’s given me that…feeling.”
“What feeling?”
“I don’t know,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of irritation. “Just…” She threw her arms up.
I chuckled but didn’t push the issue. I learned what I wanted to. She’d never had a serious relationship and said she never felt a certain way—whatever that way was—about anyone, so she was just as inexperienced in this area as I was. I also learned that Morgan didn’t like to talk about feelings, even hypothetical ones.
“So, what’s this big meeting about tomorrow?”
“Some big potential client Grace is meeting with. She wants me to be there.”
She sat up in the bed and grabbed her robe, and I watched as she slipped it on. She had this way of doing it where she showed just enough skin without showing too much—she’d leave the sheet covering her chest until she slipped her arms into the sleeves, then drop the sheet, but the valley of her breasts downto her belly button would be on display just before she wrapped it to cover herself entirely.
It was always just enough to make me ready for round two.
“And then I have phone calls and orders to check on for my Miami trip,” she said.
It felt like a bucket of ice water was thrown on me, pulling me from my debauched thoughts. I’d been so caught up in these damn thoughts of and feelings for her that I forgot she was leaving for that damn work trip. “Shit, Miami…that’s right. When, uh…when do you leave?”
“Saturday morning.”
Fuck. I nodded. “And how long will you be gone? A couple of weeks or?—”
“Two months,” she interrupted as she tipped her head back, gathering her hair into a ponytail.
I didn’t remember her saying she would be gone that long.Double fuck. “Two months?”
“Yeah, barring everything goes according to plan.”
“That seems, uh…that’s a little longer than I would have thought.”
She glanced at me with a teasing smirk. “You almost sound like you mightmissme.”
Now, it was my turn to deflect so she couldn’t see the truth of her words. “More like I’m going to miss sabotaging any dates you might line up. How the hell am I supposed to do that from here?”
“That’swhat you’re worried about?” she playfully scoffed.
