Page 97 of In the Air Tonight

Blaise… Fenway misses you.

I’ve never felt anything like the giddy excitement that floods my entire system any time I see him or talk to him or even flirt with him by text. I have a million things I should be doing for Wendall, but I can’t bring myself to care about any of that when Jack wants me to come visit.

I brush my teeth and hair, pull on a sweatshirt and head out the door.

The grass on the path across the yard from my little cottage to his house has begun to be worn down from the many times we’ve gone back and forth in recent weeks. The time here has been the most exciting and relaxing of my life. No matter what happens with the grand jury, I feel free and unencumbered for the first time since that long-ago night.

When I walk through Jack’s back door, I find him in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee. He smiles when he sees me and pours a mug for me, adding the cream he bought for me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Where’s Fenway?”

“Out cold on the third floor. I snuck out so she wouldn’t know I was leaving.”

I sip from the mug. He makes the best coffee. “Why aren’t you working?”

“Because I have better things to do than stupid old work.”

“You love your stupid old work.”

“Yes, I do, but it’s not as much fun as you are.”

It’s a heady thing to have a wildly talented and successful man say such a thing to me. He comes to stand in front of me, putting both our mugs on the counter so he can kiss me.

Smiling, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hi.”

“Hi there.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a dead woman.” Since my first meeting with Houston, I haven’t needed medication to sleep. “You?”

“I tossed and turned a bit.”

“How come?”

He runs his fingertips lightly over my cheek, and goosebumps erupt throughout my whole body. That hint of a touch is more of a turn on than sex has been with other men.“You left me in quite a state when you insisted on going back to your cabin.”

“Did I?”

“You know you did.”

“I was in a similar state.”

He leans in and kisses my neck.

My hands land on his hips as I try to keep my knees from buckling.

“I have a secret.”

“What’s that?”

“I know the cure to this problem we both seem to have.”

My eyes close as my head falls back in complete surrender to what he’s doing to my neck. “There’s a cure?”

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