Page 43 of When It Rains He Pours

Thinning my lips, I shook my head. “No, I have a meeting early in the morning, I'm just going to go back to the hotel.”

Her expression held disappointment as the muscles loosened, and her shoulders rolled forward. “Are you sure?”

Pinching her chin with my fingers, I leaned forward and kissed her. “Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow, I promise. No more going days without you.”

Holding out her pinkie, I gave her a blank stare. “Pinkie promise me.”

“Are you serious?” Laughing lightly, I arched a brow.

“My pinkie is out, isn't it? Pinkie promise me.” Gripping her pinkie with mine, she kissed the back of my knuckle. “I'm holding you to it, you can't break a promise. My dad used to say that a pinkie promise was just as good as writing it on paper.”

“I would never promise you something and not follow through.”

Glory opened the door, climbing outside and turning to face me. “I hope not, Liam.”

She walked up the steps, spinning around to look back at the car over her shoulder. There was no way she could see me behind the black tinted glass, but she smiled and blew me a kiss anyway.

Capturing her kiss, I held it to my cheek just like my mother used to do when I was really little.

Just like that pinkie promise meant everything to Glory, her kiss meant everything to me.

And I would never let one pass me by.

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