Page 20 of Finding Out

“This is perfect.” I meant it. She was perfect. I wanted her again already.

Though I couldn’t see a world where I could have her, I didn’t see one where I could let her go either.

I was totally fucked.

As I drifted into consciousness,I stretched an arm out, searching. Unlike all night long, though, my hand didn’t hit Tom’s warm body. My stomach sank when all I found was a cold sheet. We hadn’t discussed what this was, but I hadn’t thought he’d disappear in the middle of the night. Not after his comment about sleeping in his arms since his dick had been inside me.

I sat up, pulling the white sheet with me, and scanned the room.

“No. Two o’clock? Perfect.” Tom passed the open door. His attention caught on me, and the corner of his mouth tipped up into the almost smile that I’d seen hundreds of times over my life. “I got to go. Thanks, man.”

He sauntered through the door, already dressed in jeans and a sweater, and tossed his phone carelessly onto the bed.

“Morning, baby girl.”

The growl of the endearment flooded through me, causing all my uncertainty to flee. I might have hated thebaby girlthe first time he said it, but the emotion in his tone every time those two words rumbled from between his lips made my stomach flip.

Dark hair messy, he crawled his way up the mattress, then cupped my cheek with one rough hand and pulled me down to meet his lips.

My heart skipped when he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against mine.

“You’re up early,” I mumbled.

“I wanted to get a NYBoys Taylor ham flagel thing for you.”

My heart stumbled. He did not go out and track down my favorite breakfast sandwich in all of New York.

“No way,” I whispered.

That almost smile lifted his lips. “Yes way. I know how obsessed you are with them. You’ve even gotten my daughter hooked and begging me to bring them back for her every time I’m here.”

“You always bring them back for both of us.” The gesture was one I had always written off. Now, though, it seemed like a bigger deal.

He dropped a hand to my neck, letting his fingers skate along the curve and causing goose bumps to pepper my skin. “I only got one today.”

His words burst through my chest. It was silly. He probably hadn’t even told Avery he was coming to New York, so I shouldn’t read into it. Honestly, though, it was impossible not to.

“And you’re lucky they were open. I wasn’t sure they would be.”

Grinning, I clutched the front of his sweater. “How ever shall I thank you?”

He chuckled darkly, his warm breath sending the hair at my temples flying. “I can think of a few ideas.” He shifted to lie next to me, and I snuggled into the crook of his arm, resting my head against his hard chest. “Since our flight was canceled?—”

“What?” I snapped up. Canceled? The airlines were going to be slammed. I pushed at the blankets, ready to get my phone and make calls, but he held me in place with one large hand.

“New York is blanketed in a good ten inches of snow.” He tipped his head toward the window.

I followed his line of sight and squirmed in his hold. “Shit. We have to reschedule the flights.”

Without releasing me, he shook his head. “Already tried. Nothing is going out today and everything is booked for tomorrow.”

“Fuck.” Holding my breath, I inspected the room, my mind racing.

I was in charge of the auction tomorrow night. Not being there wasn’t an option, and I had a ton of setting up to do before it. I’d have to make sure the online auction was locked in and have it run a firewall check, then make sure the caterer was set and the bartender had the right wines.

Tom tightened his hold on my thigh. “Wren.” His deep voice echoed through the chaos in my mind. “I know you have to be home. I already called and rented a car. The rental company is dropping it off out front at two. I’ll drive back to Boston.”

“You…” I blinked, shocked that he knew my schedule and that he’d already taken care of arrangements, when that was my responsibility.

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