“The power’s back on,” I say, gesturing uselessly like a fucking genius. “I should get home. Thanks for—” I’m already at the door, shoving my feet into my shoes. “Yeah. Bye.”
“Jordan, wait,” he says again, but I close the door behind me.
CHAPTER 60
TATE
“Colworth seemsto be fitting in well,” I say to Miller in the restaurant in Toronto, where we’re having Luca Walker’s big-check dinner.
Hisactualdinner, with attendees other than Jordan and me.
For the tenth time this hour, my mind wanders to the power outage a few nights ago, how right it felt, having her in my home, hanging out with me and Bea. How sweet they are together. How relaxed I am around her.
Too relaxed. I came in my pants like a fucking teenager, for Christ’s sake. I’ve never lost control like that in my life, but something about Jordan Hathaway does that to me. No wonder she hightailed it out of there so fast.
I sent something to her office this morning. Did she see it? Did she open it?
Would she wear it?
“How’s Hazel doing?” I ask him, pulling my attention back to the restaurant. “She’s, what, five months along?”
She’s on the other side of the room with Pippa.
Miller nods, eyes on her, expression softening. “Yep. She’s feeling great. We’re through the nausea and her being tired all the time. And she’s looking so cute with her baby bump.”
I can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Excited?”
Miller grins. “Of course. Terrified, but excited.”
I chuckle. “That’s normal.”
“I’m mostly excited to meet the baby. See what he’s like.”
“He?” My eyebrows go up.
Miller nods, pride shining in his eyes. “It’s a boy.”
My throat tightens with emotion. Boy, girl, it doesn’t matter, and I know it wouldn’t matter to Rory and Hazel, either, but the second you find out the sex of the baby, it changes things. They become more real. It’s an important moment.
“Streicher’s going to help me paint the baby’s room this weekend,” Rory says. “I know we could hire someone, but I want to do it. It feels like a dad thing to do.”
Jordan walks in and my thoughts stop.
Miller’s still talking but I’m only half-listening, eyes locked on her in that slim-fitting navy velvet dress, with her hair up the way I like it, looking like the best dream I’ve ever had. There’s something about the rich, inky velvet of her dress that makes her skin glow, makes the alluring color of her eyes stand out. Makes her hair look a deeper shade of chestnut.
Something around the base of her neck glints in the low restaurant lighting, and a sharp surge of pride fills my chest. I stand a little taller, shoulders back and a pleased smile pulling at my mouth.
She looks good in the necklace I bought her.
A moment later, Georgia, Volkov, and Jordan have joined us.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” Georgia beams at us.
Behind her, her husband gives us a serious nod hello, wearing a sharp suit. Jordan and I meet eyes and she looks away, keeping her expression neutral.
What we did was wrong. I have a daughter, and can’t get involved with a woman who isn’t all in. Beyond that, a rumor could hurt both our careers. It could hurt the team’s image.
And yet, I want to do it again. I want to go so much further. I want to make Jordan come and make her trust me and keep her in my bed forever.
