Page 36 of Perfect Pursuit

Because I look good, E.

Ethan:

You look better than good, witch.

Fallon:

Sweet talker.

Ethan:

Want me to tell you what I’d do if you were nearby?

Fallon:

That sounds more interesting than hearing about stock futures.

Ethan:

Then ditch the date.

Fallon:

Fine. So bossy.

Ethan:

You have no idea.

Fallon:

You’d better make good on some of these promises.

Fallon:

I need something to fantasize about.

Ethan:

You’re just looking for trouble tonight.

Her response caused my cock to stir.

Fallon:

The trouble I want has been too chicken shit to be with me.

Almost a year old, I wasn’t certain why I saved it—then. Now? I know the answer. Fallon was brave enough to step out on the edge with her emotions. She recognized where we were going.

It’s why I’m camped out in a hotel room a few miles from her apartment, debating how to answer her last text.

Yes, I want to discover everything about her, but is now the right time to smash through the thin wall we’ve kept between us? It’s been on my mind more and more as of late.

A new text comes in.

Fallon:

Anyway, I have to go.

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