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Nicholas threw up his hands and got onto the elevator. “You’re exasperating, you know that? She asked you to call her months ago. Just do it already.”
Cade didn’t want to call. If Nicholas was right, this was a conversation he needed to have in person.
Chapter 18
Meg pulled into thedark parking lot, wondering why she had allowed Val to convince her to go dancing. Celebrating. Over twenty thousand views and climbing. She couldn’t believe it. But it wasn’t like Meg to go out clubbing. She was more the kind to stay out of the crowds. Maybe go to a coffee shop with some live entertainment. She had to admit though, she’d had fun.
But tomorrow she would pay the price. It was almost one thirty in the morning. At least it was the weekend and she could sleep in. She parked her car and walked up to the apartment entrance door and fished around for the key in her purse.
“Meg?”
Meg jumped at the sound of the male voice behind her. Before she could think, she turned around and socked the man in the face.
He doubled over. “Ouch.” He threw his arms up to protect his face.
Then she saw the little tattoo of a dagger on his wrist. “Cade?”
“Yes.” He rubbed his jaw. “It’s me.”
Her heart leaped into her throat as she took his face into her hands. “Did I hurt you? My gosh, what are you doing here? It’s so late. I thought you were going to rob me or something.”
His lips twitched. “Well, your reflexes have gotten better, that’s for sure.”
Meg bit her lip. Why was she standing in the parking lot talking to him? She motioned to the door, her heart suddenly racing. “Want to come in?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
She unlocked the door and led him up the stairs to her second-floor apartment, wishing she’d dusted or something yesterday. She pointed to the couch. “Have a seat.”
He turned to her. “I won’t be here long. I just wanted to say something, and I felt like it needed to be in person.”
Meg closed her eyes and allowed the sound of his voice to take her back to when they’d been so close. When he’d comforted her. When he’d protected her. But she knew she couldn’t live in the past forever. She opened her eyes and nodded. “All right. Go ahead.”
He faltered a bit under her gaze, and she was glad. He was pretty disarming. He’d changed. His hair was a bit longer and styled differently. He wore a button-up shirt and tie, which she had never seen him in. It fit in with his corporate side.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Look. I wanted to apologize for not calling you when you gave your number to my brother.”
