Page 37 of His Weekend Wife

Poking? Oh, sheesh, she had it bad.

If he wanted her as badly as he made it seem, why hadn’t he crawled into bed with her last night when she was still under the effects of an amazing orgasm? Or why not this morning when he supposedly slipped into her room to check on her? One of the most erotic things was to be awakened from sleep by a sensual touch…

What the hell was wrong with her?

Sipping more coffee, it had cooled enough that she could gulp half of it down.

He’d made plans for them. What were they? Had he intentionally left out the details? She fought back a nudging of apprehension. She had no desire to rub elbows with the socialites of Atlanta, but that was why she was here.

Finishing off her croissant, she sat back and enjoyed the sunlight streaming through the window, savoring the rich sweet taste of the second cup of coffee. After the last drop was gone from her cup, she cleaned off the granite countertop and went upstairs to retrieve her cell from her purse. She had one missed call from Abby.

Dropping to the bed, she leaned against the headboard, pulled her legs up under her bottom and hit the call button. After the third ring, her sister picked up.

“It’s about time you called,” she whined.

“I’ve been preoccupied,” Ash said.

“Oh, I bet you have.” The underlying meaning to her words made Ash’s cheeks warm.

“Why are you calling?” She wasn’t about to get into a conversation about last night with her sister over the phone.

“You asked me to call you today.” Abby’s long, drawn out sigh rattled the other end of the line.

“Please tell me you took care of the situation.” Ash squeezed the plastic of the phone until her knuckles ached, anticipating her sister’s answer.

“Of course. Told you I would. Now I hope you’re enjoying your vacation.”

“This isn’t a vacation, Abby. And let me remind you, this wasn’t my choice.”

“I feel so sorry for you. Stuck in a luxurious apartment downtown with more money than you know what to do with. Yeah, sounds real horrible.”

“The money you’re referring to is Declan’s, not mine. And I should be working.”

“I can’t believe you don’t take that husband of yours for every dime he’s worth, or at least a huge chunk. If I were you I’d be living comfortable and carefree.” She sniffed loudly.

“Well, I’m not you. I don’t want his money.”

“And yet you just schmoozed thirty thousand from him.” Abby’s laughter made Ash’s head throb.

“Thank you for the reminder.”

“I have to go. I have to work.” The phone clicked.

Ash pulled the phone away from her ear and stared. “Goodbye to you too.” She started to toss it back into her purse but another thought came to mind. Scrolling through her contacts, she found Declan’s name and hovered her finger over the dial button. After a long pause, she finally hit it.

“Knight Corporation. May I help you?” a soft voice asked.

“Hi. I’m calling for Mr. Knight, please.”

“And who may I tell him is calling?”

“It’s Ash.”

“Oh, I’ll patch you straight through, Mrs. Knight.”

She knows who I am?

The phone clicked and a second later she heard Declan’s thick, husky voice. “I wondered if you’d call. Miss me already?”

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