Page 93 of Square Deal

“Of course. Always call Spenser if I’m not picking up.” I reassured her. “He was thrilled you called. He practically worships the ground you walk on.”

“What can I say? I have that effect on people.”

“It’s true,” I said with a laugh. “So, uh, how was your day?”

She blew out a deep breath. “Better now that I’m talking to you.”

“Must be pretty shitty if talking to me makes it better.”

“Just busy. Lots of companies book the inn for their holiday office parties. Let’s just say things get a little wild when there’s free booze and no HR oversight.”

I grimaced. “Let me guess, Todd from accounting had one too many, and went streaking through the lobby?”

“I think his name was Bill, but close.”

“I was just looking at the photos you sent me the other day. The ones you sent from your bedroom.”

My favorite was a photo of her naked and bent over a chair in front of her full-length mirror. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her again.

I shifted in the backseat as a vision of Hannah panting for me as I drew out orgasm after orgasm from her body filtered through my mind’s eye. The way her hair would fan out across the sheets. How her pink lips would part with each intake of breath.

Hannah’s laugh was tired, but bright. It floated quietly from her end of the call. “I probably should have stopped at one glass of wine and not sent those.”

“Or you should’ve had more and sent me a camera roll’s worth,” I countered, not caring if Alice heard. She had heard way worseover the years. Still, I lowered my voice. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you. You’re a stunner, Miss Hayes.”

Hannah hesitated. “You say that like you plan on this being a long-term thing.”

“Isn’t it?”

She stammered. “I uh—I just… I didn’t want to, you know, be presumptuous.”

“Presume away, beautiful. I may not know what the fuck I’m doing, but I swear to you, I’m giving it my best shot. That’s what I promised, isn’t it?”

There was something in her voice that told me she was smiling. “Okay, then.”

“What are you doing other than wrangling rowdy nine to fivers?” I asked, scanning the itinerary. I barely had time for a shower before I needed to head to Teterboro.

Of course, I would have preferred to fly to North Carolina rather than Texas, but a few days with Luca wouldn’t be bad. It had been a while since the two of us tore it up.

I was flying down to be a pretty face for his restaurant opening, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a good time.

Hannah sighed. “Driving to Raleigh. Me and my stupid manners volunteered to help with an event out of town. I really need to learn how to say no when people ask me to do things.”

“Nois a full sentence. Excuses aren’t required.” I gave the doorman a nod and hurried up to my apartment.

Hannah laughed. “Maybe for you. You’re Isaac Lawson. You can say and do whatever you want.”

“You’re hell on heels, Princess. Own it.”

“I miss you,” she said honestly.

That made me chuckle. “That’s something you probably never thought you’d say.”

She giggled, and God, I loved the sound. “I may have prayed for your untimely demise a time or two when we first met.”

“A time or two?”

“Or thirty.”

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