Page 122 of His Secret Gift

“Kayla…”

“No, I’m actually not mad. Not at all. Callie explained it to me.”

Again, through my impaired vision, I can still see that he’s surprised. “Is that so?”

Then, I go into everything she said about him having a lot of stress on his shoulders while running a company and being more comfortable practicing a foreign language in front of someone you already know won’t make fun of you for messing up.

He scoffs. “Wow, that’s very insightful for that little five-foot-nothing shrimp.”

“Yes, she’s very wise,” I comment, holding my hair to the side and again resting against his strong body.

Next thing Iknow, it’s morning time, and I’m waking up in his lap.

“Feeling any better?” he asks after stretching and looking down at me.

“Um…” I can’t be sure before I sit up. But I find that I am, in fact, just fine. “Callie?”

He points at her sleeping body with his head.

“Oh.” I suppose she wouldn’t have an issue with him staying in the room. She knows him well and about us, after all.

“Damn. I cannot sleep in weird positions like I used to,” he whispers while gripping his neck and moving it from side to side.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiles and reaches up and grabs my face. “It’s okay. It was worth it to finally have you wake up in my arms… kind of.”

That warms my heart.

“I’m also just glad you were safe last night.”

Oh, right. That.“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No need. I’m just grateful Callie came to get me.”

“Wait! Your meeting?” It would kill me if he dedicated any time to my drunken behind when he should’ve been utilizing the time for preparations.

“No worries. I’m ready,” he says, oozing with confidence—something I imagine a high-level professional needing him to be able to acquire in situations like this.

“That’s awesome. You’re going to kill it.”

“Thank you. I hope so.”

Soon, Callie wakes up and yawns loudly before sitting up.

“And just how was your night?” I ask while Jack brews some coffee for us.

She grins widely. “Let’s just say, ‘Dirk who?’”

My mouth drops. “Really? Who is the lucky guy?”

She shrugs with her lower lip pouted. “I have no idea. But he looked like a Greek Adonis and he… rocked my world.” She mouthed that last part, probably out of respect that our boss was currently in the room.

“Well, good for you.” The fact that she was able to do that and not reduce to hysterics over her ex is a good sign. At least, I think that it is.

“Coffee ladies?” he asks when it’s done.

“Thank you,” we both say after corralling our hungover bodies to the long table in the dining room.

---