That dies immediately.
The breath leaves my lungs, and my heart turns over in my chest.
He came to New York for Valentine’s Day to be with you.
He planned this. He wanted me to fill in for Graham so we could be together today.
I don’t have time to realize those thoughts are ridiculous before Everett frowns and asks, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Or maybe Graham completely forgot to mention that Everett would also be at this meeting.
He clearly also failed to inform Everett that I was taking his place.
I sigh.
This means I am now stuck in New York City, with the man I am crazy about, the man I should beavoiding, on the day made for love and couples and romance.
CHAPTER 14
EVERETT
It takesme a few seconds to realize that the Ginny standing in the hotel room doorway is real and not a figment of my imagination.
I’ve been thinking about her,wishingfor her, nearly nonstop it seems, so for a moment it was easy to believe I’d hallucinated her.
But no. She’s real.
Andhere.
Dammit.
She looks amazing. She’s in a midnight blue sweater dress that wraps around her body, falling to mid-thigh, dark tights, and knee-high black boots. Her hair is smooth with just a slight wave, and her makeup is heavier than usual, dark liner making her green eyes look even deeper emerald.
Though, to be fair, I’d think that no matter what she was wearing or where we were.
It’s Valentine’s Day.
And we’re alone.
Well, as alone as we can be in a city of eight and a half million people.
Eight and a half millionstrangers, though. That makes this different than the times we’ve spent together in Sapphire Falls, where, literally, everyone knows her and a good number know me.
Butwhyis she here?
And how the hell am I going to resist her now?
“What the hell are you doing here?” I blurt without thinking.
I sound put out, but yeah, I feel a little put out. I’m not prepared for this, so instinct overrides manners. If I’d known I’d see her framed in this doorway, dressed in a curve-hugging dress, the New York skyline in the huge window behind her, I could have prepared. Could have steeled myself against the instinct to press her against the nearest wall and kiss the hell out of her.
But I wasn’t ready for this, and as her familiar scent floats to my nose and wraps around me, I’m fighting for my life here.
She lifts a brow at my tone. “Because Graham should be with Margot at thehospital.”
I frown. “Hospital? What are you talking about?”
She frowns, too. “Graham didn’t tell you about Margot’s emergency surgery?”
