“I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.” “We’ll have other lunches.” I grabbed my purse out of the drawer and walked with him to the elevators. But for now, I wasn’t quite ready to give up my claim to my desk and the dream it had once represented. When five o’clock rolled around, I expected to feel closure. I hadn’t packed my few personal items yet. Shaking my head, I stood, my gaze sliding over my workstation. “Happy to give your resignation letter back.” It was nearing noon when Mark leaned over the top of my cubicle and gifted me with his crooked smile.

“You’ll have bruises to match.”Ĭary gave me a soft push out the door and slammed it shut. “I’m going to punch you, too,” Gideon drawled. Wait ’til you see her in that blue La Perla bikini I’m packing. “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll be ready with your bag and mine.” He looked at Gideon.

“Who’s going to pack your overnight bag if you do that?” Put a ring on it and bam, the legs slam shut.” “Angel.”Ĭary reached around me and pulled the door open wider. Gideon stood on the other side, his hand lifted with key at the ready. “Shut up, Cary!” I grabbed my bag and yanked the front door open. Don’t most husbands get laid at least a few years before they get cut off ?” “I figured the honeymoon period lasted longer than that. He swiped my heels right out of my grasp, freeing me to grab my travel mug of coffee off the breakfast bar. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Cary’s long strides easily overtook mine, even with him strolling and me scrambling. I answered over my shoulder as I rushed toward the hallway, “We’re abstaining until the wedding.” “Ha!” I snatched my phone off the bed when it chimed with an incoming text. “Five bucks,” I said, skirting around him to get a pair of heels from the bedroom. Standing, I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed his chin. “If anyone gets wind that I’ve got a private security detail, they’ll think either I’m bigger shit than they knew or I’ve got an inflated sense of my own importance. “Two suits and Gideon,” he shot back, “who can fill a room by his damn self.” “Having a living room full of black suits like that.” “That was pretty intense last night,” he said, after pulling the last hairpin out of his mouth. My best friend got to work, expertly brushing and twisting my hair into a sleek, elegant bun.

He sauntered in wearing nothing but Grey Isles boxer briefs, looking not so different from the billboards of him presently gracing phone kiosks and buses around the city. “Can I talk you into helping me with a chignon?” “Thanks.” I dropped my lipstick brush back into its stand. With a final glance at my cheval mirror, I headed into the bathroom to put on my makeup.Ī short time later, Cary poked his head in. Opposite sides of the same, sharp blade …

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