“Indeed, it was.” I give her a satisfied smile. Yep, hot.
We clean up, and unfortunately, Olive pulls on a shirt—one of mine that I left at her place, which makes me happier than I’d like to admit. A lot of things make me happier than I’d like to admit when it comes to Olive.
“So…” she says, blushing.
“How was your day?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It was good. The words were really flowing today. If I keep up at this pace, I could be done with this book faster than I’ve ever finished one before.”
I smile proudly. “That’s great, angel. Is there any reason why this book is different than the others?”
Her cheeks heat with a blush again.
Interesting.
“Let’s just say I have some good inspiration.”
I don’t call her out on it, but I have a feeling I might just be the inspiration that she needed. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but if it helps her, then that’s all that matters right now.
“Do you know when you’ll be home?” she asks, not so subtly changing the subject.
“Hopefully tomorrow.”
She smiles widely at that. “Good. I miss you.” She chews on her bottom lip as if she just revealed something she didn’t mean to say.
“I miss you, too,” I admit. Seems like I’m admitting a lot of things these days. I look at the clock and realize it’s past ten here, and she’s an hour ahead. “You should get some rest.”
A look of disappointment crosses her features, but she doesn’t argue. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” The words are a question, not a statement of fact. Of course I’m going to see her tomorrow. I can’t be in the same city as her and not see her. Fuck that.
“I’ll call you,” I promise. I’m gifted with a broad smile and bright, happy blue eyes. A man could get lost in a smile like that.
I’m not that kind of man, I tell myself for the dozenth time. I have a feeling I’ll be repeating that a lot trying to convince myself that it’s true. Something about Olive has me entirely out of my comfort zone, and it’s got me mystified.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
OLIVE
“I can’t tellyou the sexy details!” I screech in embarrassment.
Zoe pouts. “Oh, come on! You’re getting more sex than I have in months! Give a girl a little something, let me live vicariously.”
I can feel my cheeks turning a bright crimson. The truth is, I want to tell my best friend everything, but things with Harrison seem so tenuous that I just don’t want to jinx anything. I decide to throw her a small bone. “I’ll just say it was worth the wait.”
Zoe squeals. “I knew it! Tell me… is he as hot without his clothes as I think he is?”
“Better,” I say with a giggle. “He’s got tattoos hiding under those suits of his that make him look almost roguish. Especially with his beard.”
“Is he good to you?” she asks, sobering.
“Yeah… he’s not at all what I thought he would be.” I know I probably sound like I’m stupid in love with the man… or at least in stupid levels of like, but I can’t help it. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t fall for him?
It’s impossible when he’s cooking dinners, wining and dining in lovely restaurants, and coming over just because he doesn’t want to be apart. Not to mention the phone calls and texts. He’snot the arrogant ass I thought he was when we first bumped into each other. He’s different with me.
“You really like this guy,” Zoe says, frowning.
I flop back against the couch and cover my face with my hands. “I really do,” I mumble.
