No way.
Granted, the oversized armchair and large ottoman look comfortable, but a man Kaz’s size should sleep in a king bed. Anything smaller is criminal. I hope he doesn’t wake up with a sore back because of me. I wouldn’t blame him if he sent me packing.
I brush my damp hair away from my face.
Kazimir Lindstro¨m has a funny sounding snore.
I don’t know why that makes me giggle, but it does.
At least I’m not crying or scared out of my fucking mind.
I rack my brain, trying to remember what I might’ve said yesterday in the middle of my nightmare, but I come up empty.
I hope I didn’t say anything to compromise myself.
These nightmares are a liability.
What if I reveal something that lets Kaz know how the appalling decisions my mother and sister made changed the course of our lives forever?
This stand-up man would never want anything to do with me.
I hope these nightmares will peter out.
My awful secrets can’t come out.
Calm down, Harley. You’re blowing things out of proportion. Kaz doesn’t suspect a thing.
Kaz. My savior. My safe place.
I exhale a long breath.
I grab both pillows and prop them against the bedrest before leaning against them. With my arms crossed, I stare at the body rising and lowering with each breath.
Thank you, Liz, for being so hung over, you couldn’t make it to work and Étienne called me to take over your shift.
When I whirled around and spotted Kaz at Grazie Mille, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. The humiliation of coming face to face with a man who’s accomplished so much in his life was too much to handle. The last time I saw him, I talked big, certain my business success was a guaranteed outcome. I thought bumping into the gorgeous man with the intense blue eyes six days ago when I was at my lowest was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. Turns out I was wrong. Without him, I would’ve either had to remain in acrappy, smelly basement apartment where a pervert was watching my every move or I would’ve ended up homeless.
Now, my ex-boyfriend’s ex-stepdad is my roommate and soon-to-be new boss.
The last twenty-four hours of my life read like the plot of a novel.
What kind of unexpected adventures will the next chapters bring?
Sleep envelopes me in her arms, and I drift away.
Chapter 15
I’m going to hell
Kazimir
Ibring up my phone to eye level with Erik’s. “I’m going to do it,” I say, concluding the retelling of the conversation I had with my publicist.
He blinks.
“Oh, now you have nothing to say? You’ve been breaking my balls for months on this, Erik.”
“True, but you’re a stubborn motherfucker. You shut that idea down every time I brought it up.”
