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I roll my eyes, my neck heating up to my hairline.
God, he’s ridiculous.
And hot.
And fucking terrifying in a way no one has been in a long time.
“Go to sleep, Tate,” I murmur, voice softer now.
He nods, but he doesn’t hang up.
Just keeps staring at me like I’m something rare and breakable and his.
Like if he blinks, I’ll disappear.
“You’re gonna dream about me,” he says, fighting a losing battle against a yawn. “Pretty sure you’re starring in a few of mine, too.”
I smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from doing something incredibly foolish, like blurting out “I love you” back.
“You wish.”
“I do,” he says simply.
Those two words sucker-punch me harder than any orgasm ever could.
I let the silence stretch between us, pretending I’m not absolutely losing my shit inside, pretending this is casual, no big deal, just another night. But deep down, past all the walls and sarcasm, something soft and reckless is starting to believe him.“Goodnight,” I say as I end the call before I beg him to come to me or to buy a plane ticket to be with him.
This . . . I need to sleep on all this. Tomorrow.
I’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Because tonight?
Tonight, I’m too busy falling.
Falling for Jason Tate.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jason: I miss your face.
Scottie: I have meetings all day.
Jason: So basically, you are bringing the hottest face in the building to the boardroom?
Scottie: Obviously. It is part of my professional brand.
Jason: Crush those meetings. No survivors. Show no mercy.
Scottie: Remind me again why you are my personal hype man and not an emotional support dog.
Jason: Because I am in love with your terrifying ambition.
Jason: And your legs. But mostly the ambition. Definitely all of you.
Scottie: Good save, Tate. Almost like you enjoy living dangerously.
Scottie: I will send you a muffin if I survive this merger meeting and two if I find the new building for our practice.
