He steps between my legs, and I grab my drink and bring it to my lips. I needed to do something distracting before he has the chance to kiss me.
There’s no denying it’s what he wants. I can see it in the crazy look he has in his eyes. He was about to go in hard and quick.
An awkward silence falls over us while I sip the rest of my drink. “So why did you bring me here, Harrison? What’s changed?”
“Are you suggesting there are more things to talk about than other people’s shitty parents?” he jokes.
“God, I’d hope so. I think we’re a bit more interesting than that.” I grin. “Tell me something else.”
He kisses my forehead, then leans back, staring at me. The mood changing instantly when he whispers, “You’re the only woman I’ve ever brought to my house.”
What?
He mentioned he doesn’t bring people here, not that heneverhas.
“Never?”
“Not once,” he says with meaning.
I stare wide-eyed and in complete shock.
“Come, let’s talk outside.” He refills my glass of wine, then takes my hand to lead me out toward the terrace.
“Oh my freaking god, Harrison,” I turn toward him and smile. “You get this view every day? It’s amazing.”
He walks up behind me, trapping me with his arms on the railing in front of me. “It’s a good city.”
“The best,” I mutter.
All I want to do is lean my head back and bask in the warmth of his body, but I know once I give in, we’ll never talk.
“Have you always lived in the city?”
I nod. “All my life. Above the bakery, actually.”
He leans down and kisses up my neck. I give in. My head falls back, and I close my eyes to the overwhelming feeling.
“I know we need to talk,” he mutters against my skin. “The problem is I can’t help myself around you. I’m addicted.”
I feel the exact same way.
He pulls back too soon, then directs me to the lounge chair made for two people, with his hand splayed across my lower back.
Harrison’s phone rings, and without hesitation, he picks it up. “Angel.” His voice lowers to a soft hum.
A high-pitched “Daddy” screams over the line, causing me to chuckle.
Harrison rolls his eyes and whispers sorry. “I’m going to take this inside. I’ll be right back.”
The door is left ajar, so I hear a lot of what Harrison says, and it’s just another piece of the Harrison puzzle—the soft, loving father piece, and it makes me want him even more.
I close my eyes, listening to him laugh, letting his guard down with Claud as the soft breeze hits above the city.All while I cross my fingers, hoping that whatever he wants to talk about has something to do with him wantingmore.
9
Harrison
I’m completelyand utterly fucked over Juliette Caldwell.
