Page 106 of Yours To Take
“They asked for me by name?” That can’t be good.
The lobby is empty as we leave the back office space. “Where are they?”
“Right here.”
I stop in my tracks. I have to be imagining it. Brought it to life by sheer force of will with how much I’ve been missing him.
Because there’s no way that voice would be here. Not when it’s supposed to be in LA.
Spinning on my heel, the man that I’ve been craving—missing like a limb—these last few weeks is there, leaning against the fireplace.
He looks scruffier than I remember. A beard fills out his face, hiding the smile that I love.
But those green eyes of his? Those are exactly as I remember.
“I need to register a complaint.”
“You came an awfully long way for that.”
Blake pushes off the hearth and comes closer to me. Each step has nerves gathering low in my belly.
“I’m gone for a few weeks and my desk is gone?”
My eyes lock onto the corner that is now desk-free.
“I didn’t think it belonged there anymore.”
“And why’s that, Gemma?”
God, the way he says my name. I’ve missed it.
“It looked out of place without a writer.”
“You missed me?”
I can’t see the dimple with the beard on his face, but I know it’s there with that blazing smile he sends my way.
I hold up my thumb and index finger, hardly any space between. “A little.”
“Only a little?”
“A lot, actually.” A voice comes from behind.
Swinging my head around, Peter is standing behind the desk with a knowing smile on his face.
“When did you get here?” I hiss.
He smiles back at me. “About the same time as Blake.”
I turn my attention to my brother. “Were you in on this?”
“Someone had to get me here,” Blake says.
“Let’s go somewhere more private.”
“What, I don’t get to see what happens?”
Ignoring Peter, I grab Blake by the arm and drag him through the lobby and out of the lodge.
