“I even get to sleep over with RJ and Uncle Ryan and Aunt Maddy.” She beams before skipping toward the elevator, singing a song that I can’t even make out.
“She’s excited.” My eyes stay focused on Angel, unable to look at him, knowing if I do, it will give away everything I’m feeling.
“So am I.”
I glance up at him, quirking an eyebrow. What’s he excited about? As if he’s reading my mind, he answers my unspoken question.
“I’m excited to finally get you all to myself.”
I swallow, nervously fiddling with my purse strap. Did he really just say that? Stepping past him, I join Angel at the elevator.
“Can I push the button, Daddy?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Remember, we’re going up, though.”
Angel pushes the button, the tiny arrow lighting up, putting me one step closer to being alone with the man I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager.
Jeremiah listens to Angel animatedly tell him all the things she and RJ are going to be doing tonight as I rock back and forth on my heels, watching the circle continuously glow until it goes out, signaling my doom.
The elevator is here.
The doors slide open, and I see an older couple standing closely as they make their way outside and a man inside who looks to be about my age. He keeps his head down, his fingers quickly typing something on his phone. He doesn’t even look up to acknowledge us. We get on, and Jeremiah pushes the four as the doors slide shut.
“The two of you have such a beautiful daughter,” the older lady whispers.
My jaw drops as I struggle to process what she just said.Daughter. The two of us.
“Thank you,” Jeremiah says confidently as Angel lets out a little snicker.
The elevator comes to a halt, jumping slightly, causing my stomach to flutter. The doors slide open and Angel runs out giggling.
I blow out a breath and follow behind her, knowing Jeremiah is right behind me.
A million thoughts run through my mind. But the one that sticks out the most is, ‘Is he staring at my ass?’
Chapter 17
Amberlee
We end up walkingto a bar right on the strip, just a few blocks down from the hotel. The sidewalks are crowded, forcing our bodies closer together. Each time my body brushes against his, tingles explode through me. I’m burning up, and it’s not from the summer heat.
“So, what’s the place called you’ve kidnapped me to go to?” I raise my voice so he can hear me.
Jeremiah laughs, the sound dark and smooth, which only makes my damn heart beat faster.
“It’s called the Beach House. They have a small dance floor and a DJ. But I thought we’d try and get a table outside and just talk a bit.” His fingers brush along the back of mine, briefly intertwining, before I pull my hand away.
“Okay.”
I try to act interested in what’s going on around me. The cars pass by with people yelling and honking horns, and the small shop owners calling out, trying to get you to buy what they’re selling.
My attention drifts to the novelty shops, and I make a mental note to come back tomorrow and buy something. I’ll get up early and slip away before anyone can try and come with me.
“We’re here.” Jeremiah’s hand slips around my waist, causing me to stumble and fall into him. The touch sets me on fire.
“Shit,” I squeal.
“Sorry, I just said it a few times, and you kept going. I wasn’t sure if you heard me.”
