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Well shit. Now what?

“I have to go, Grayson. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t dare turn around to feel the heated look pinned to my retreating back.

Seven

Grayson

The first week without her hurt the most. Or so I thought. By the time week three rolled around I was a raging tiger with a huge thorn in my foot and it had a name. Connor.

That man has dumped more misery into my life than any other person on the face of the Earth.

I stalked the length of my desk, pivoted and retraced my steps. I was due to meet with a client in three hours. I needed to clear my fucking head but all I could think about was her.

“So, are you going or what?”

I turn at the cutting voice coming from my office door.

“Or what seems to be the better option. If she wanted me, she would have come back already. I need to move on.”

“Have you called her?”

“No.”

“Foolish men.” Morre pushed through my office door and took a seat across from me, crossing her legs and waiting for me to stop pacing.

“What,” I growled.

“This.” Trish came in, lips pursed and holding out my cell phone. “Leaving it at my desk doesn’t mean I’ll answer, by the way. But you should read these.”

I’d left the phone on my partner’s assistant's desk in order to not shoot five hundred text messages to Cherry and make myself look weak.

I flipped the phone over and on the screen are three lines all from Cherry.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

I need to see you.

Can you come over? I’m at my father's house. Message me when you are here and I’ll come out.

I was out the door, calling my driver before I could convince myself I was a fool.

The drive through the city took half the time with a few back roads and since mt driver was born and raised here he knew all the shortcuts.

Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later I punched in a message for Cherry.

I’m here, sweetheart.

When I saw her round the side of the house, my mouth went dry and my heart rate was soaring. I wanted to run to her, take her in my arms and then pull her into my car and drive off. Never look back.

I stepped from the car and immediately saw she had a somber expression.

“Cherry,” I drew out.

“Grayson.” She stopped short of me by a couple of feet. A space that I found unacceptable. But I gave her the space she wanted and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“You needed me. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

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