“It’s like you think you know me or something,” I tease, looking up to find him closer than I realized.
His eyes bounce between mine as he slowly leans forward. On my next inhale, I get a whiff of his cologne and my eyes close involuntarily for a moment. When I open them, Grant is all I can see and hear as he whispers, “I do know you.”
With those parting words, he steps back and leads me to the door so I can take the elevator down to my room and pack my bags. All the while I can’t help but think about how right he is. Even after all this time, he does know me, and what a gift it is to be known like that.
Instead of staring at the blinking cursor in my messages with Taylor for one more second, I scroll up again and reread our last messages.
ME
I’ve arranged for a car to take you to The Baker in Hollywood.
MY WIFE
You didn’t need to do that.
ME
I wanted to.
MY WIFE
Thank you. See you soon.
It’s been a week since Taylor left my penthouse and got on a plane to Los Angeles. As much as I wanted to text her while she was away, I didn’t want to push my luck after our dinner. But the urge to ask her how things were going and when she would be back had me constantly looking at my phone and the last few texts we’d exchanged.
Fuck it. She’dlike this update.
ME
I’m firing Mark today.
MY WIFE
It’s about damn time.
I smile at her immediate response.
ME
How are you?
The ellipses start and then stop, then start up again before she finally texts back.
MY WIFE
Lots of work going on. Not sure when I’ll be back.
ME
Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.
MY WIFE
You meddling in my business now?
ME
Seems fair since you’re meddling in mine.
