Page 87 of A First Sight

I would be patient. I looked at Maggie and brushed a hair from her face. She was worth waiting for.

“Mmm.” Maggie stirred. “It’s morning?”

“It is.” I kissed her forehead. “But we can take it slow.”

“We have dishes to do,” she reminded me as she turned, pressing her face against my bare chest. “And I have deliveries scheduled for eleven.”

“Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll call my housekeeper and ask her to come in today. She’ll take care of it.” I said. “And I have no regrets about anything.” I dropped my hand to cup one firm ass cheek.

“Me either.” She ran her hand along my side. “Last night was fantastic.”

“It was.” I squeezed her butt and then sighed as my cock stirred. “We need to get up before I decide to keep you in bed all day.”

She laughed. “If I didn’t have things arriving today, it might tempt me to go along with it.” She rolled over. “But you’re right. We need to get up.”

After breakfast, we discussed our plans for the day.

“I don’t know if I said it before,” Maggie said suddenly, “but thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course.” I placed my empty coffee cup near the sink when she came over to me and put a hand on my arm. “You know I’m not moving into my own place because I don’t enjoy being with you, right?”

I turned and put my arms around her. “I know.” I gave her a light kiss. “I meant it when I said I support whatever you want.”

She sighed and leaned her head on my chest. “You’re an exceptional man, Drake Mac Gilleain.”

I chuckled and held her tighter. I was being honest with her, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t worry.

SIXTY-FOUR

DRAKE

I glancedat the time again and considered taking a break to call Maggie to see how she was doing. Except she was at rehearsal, and I’d see her in a couple of hours when I picked her up for our date.

I missed her. I was glad she had found an apartment she loved, but it was difficult sleeping without her beside me.

Maggie had only stayed for a short while, yet I found myself reaching for her in the middle of the night.

“Mail, Mr. Mac Gilleain.” A knock accompanied the words.

I motioned for the mail clerk to come in.

“Debney, right?” He asked everyone to call him by his last name.

“Yes, sir.” He smiled as he came in with a half dozen envelopes. “Sorry to bother you, but Mel wasn’t at his desk.”

“Not a bother at all,” I said. “Mel left early today.”

Debney held out the letters. “Do you need me to take anything down?”

“No, but thank you.”

With a cheery wave, Debney headed back to his cart.

I chuckled as I opened my mail.

Tossing away junk mail, I stopped at a conspicuous envelope. It simply had my name and the company address on it, printed in block letters that almost looked like a child’s handwriting and no return address.

I frowned as I slid the letter opener under the flap. Inside was a single sheet of paper and a short, printed letter.

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