Page 45 of Fight for Me
“I’m not sure I’m such a great guy.”
Sydney shakes her head. “I think you’re just fighting the wrong fight.”
“And what fight should I be fighting?”
“That’s for you to figure out.”
She’s the only person who can cut me with a few words or a look. I know I will never be the man she wants, and it would make me the villain if I were to pretend otherwise.
“I guess it is. Either way, Milo will be able to give you some advice that will help if you’re still sure you want to sell.”
“Oh, I’m sure.” She turns back toward the window. “Are you going to leave once you make the introduction?”
“No, I’ll walk with you guys.”
“Why?”
Because I want to spend whatever time near you that you’ll allow.
“Because Milo is my friend, and he’s helping me out.”
Sydney’s eyes narrow. “Are you afraid I’m going to throw myself at him?”
Now I do chuckle. “Milo is happily married.”
“All the more reason you don’t need to stay around.”
One day, she’ll stop fighting back on every-damn-thing. Not that I have any hopes of that being today. “Or all the more reason you do.”
Her lips pinch. “Whatever.”
While a lot has changed, deep down, she’s still the same. Her passion and heart are like a siren to me, and I want to answer the call.
Two months ago, I held her in my arms and made love to her. I would’ve done it again upstairs because I can’t stop wanting her. I ache for her. I dream of her—of us—of a life together, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Then I wonder if she would give me just the time that I’m back. Then I remember, Sydney doesn’t love that way. She’s both feet in and no rope anywhere in sight. I would have to jump in with her, knowing I would never need air again because she would be my breath.
And that can’t happen.
I can’t have her, but I can help her find the surface and not drown her with the weight of my issues.
“He’s here,” Syd says.
Dread fills me, and I wonder if I’m making a mistake. Maybe I can convince Milo to tell her not to sell, but it’s a bit late for that.
Sydney goes and opens the door.
Before she can say anything, he speaks. “Well, no one told me that you are just the most enchanting creature alive.” Milo’s British accent is extra thick as he takes Sydney’s hand and brings it to his lips. “Delighted, love.”
She smiles, and a faint blush paints her cheeks. “You must be Milo.”
“Yes, I must, and you are the gorgeous woman who has tied this brute of a man up in knots.”
“Laying it on a little thick, are we, Milo?”
He shrugs with a grin. “Never.”
“Now I see why you didn’t want him to be alone with me. He’s charming and handsome.”
