“Sebastian Wolf?” My heartbeat quickens when I say his name.
“That’s the one.” Donovan nods. “I take it you didn’t rob a bank. This is a personal visit?”
“It is,” I say quietly.
“I thought so.” He laughs. “The guy had a smile as wide as the ocean on his face when he asked for you.”
I bow my head to hide the blush I feel blooming on my cheeks. “I’ll be right out.”
He turns to leave. “It’s good to see you happy, Matilda.”
It’s good to feel happy. I brush my hands over the front of my scrubs and follow Donovan out the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Tilly
I seeSebastian immediately when I walk into the waiting room. He’s standing next to the reception desk. He’s still wearing the same clothes he was last night. His jaw is now covered with day-old stubble. He looks amazing.
“Matilda,” he says my name as he sees me approaching. “I’m sorry for bothering you at work.”
“No.” I shake my head slightly. “It’s not a bother at all.”
It’s more of a thrill actually; at least my nipples and other parts of me feel that way.
“I’m on my way home.” He exhales. “I got caught up in a case last night.”
I drifted off to sleep thinking he’d gone back to Axel Tribeca to bed the blonde with the killer shoes. I feel a sense of relief knowing that he was at work.
He looks around the packed waiting room. “You’re actually one of the reasons for the new lead I was working overnight.”
“Me?” My hand darts to the center of my chest.
“I’ve been trying to track down a witness to a case for weeks.” He rakes his hand through his hair. “She got spooked and went into hiding. Apparently, she came out because I spotted her sitting at the bar at Axel Tribeca last night.”
He has to be talking about the blonde I thought he was checking out.
“I’m happy to help,” I say jokingly. “Did you come down here to tell me that?”
“No. I brought you something.”
My gaze drops to his hands and the small white paper bag he’s holding. “What is it?”
“Cake.” He pushes it toward me. “Chocolate cake. It’s from Axel Tribeca. Maya ate most of the piece you ordered last night so I thought I’d pick up a slice just for you. You don’t have to share this with anyone.”
My hands tremble as I take the bag from him. He can’t know how much his words mean to me. How much this gesture means.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I was passing the hotel and thought of you.” He leans his hip against the reception counter. “Promise me you won’t share it. You’ll savor every bite yourself.”
My eyes lock with his and I feel a rush of energy I’ve never felt before. “I promise.”
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“I’ll see you then,” I manage in a small voice. “Thank you again.”
His eyes linger on my lips. “It was my pleasure, Matilda.”
