“When will you know if it all works out?”
“We’re waiting on confirmation, but in two or three days. Graham was going out of town this week and wasn’t sure when he was coming back.”
She swallows hard. “So about the same time as I go home?”
The words hang in the air. It’s a simple question with a simple answer. But saying it out loud feels like I’m shoving a boulder off the side of a cliff.
“I need to check with Yancy and see if she’s bought me a ticket,” she says softly.
Instead of replying, I snuggle her tighter.
Moonlight floods my room. Shadows cast across the walls and dance as the tree branches move in the breeze outside my window.
Imagining Blaire not being here in a couple of days already feels lonely.
I’m not ready for that yet.
“Hey,” I whisper, unsure if she’s asleep or awake.
“Yeah?”
I force a swallow. “I’m meeting my family at my mom’s tomorrow for brunch. Would you like to go with me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.”
She moves one of her legs across mine, locking her heel around my ankle.
“Then yes,” she says.
I kiss her head again.
I hold her in my arms and imagine the conversation I’ll have with Wade. But instead of getting up and giving him a call, I fall into a deep, blissful sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blaire
Holt needs a ceiling fan.
The air feels stagnant inside the bedroom. He cracked a window sometime during the night but closed it before he left for work this morning.
Watching him prepare for a day in the office was a treat.
If I thought watching him undress was a sight to behold, I didn’t anticipate how sexy it would be to watch him dress. The way his legs and ass fill out a pair of pants is on display when he’s not wearing anything else. I love the next layer—a shirt unbuttoned, hanging open. And watching him put on a tie is basically foreplay.
Goodbye kisses are now my favorite thing.
Except for the one I’ll be getting in the next day or two. That one is going to suck.
“What am I going to do?” I ask Holt’s bedroom.
It doesn’t answer.
I pick up my phone and scroll through social media, hoping something will pop up and take my mind off Holt. Not surprisingly, nothing can hold a candle to him.
I’m in trouble. I know it. I just don’t know what to do about it.
