Page 62 of The Confidentiality Clause
“Come on,” Brock says and tugs me forward.
“What? Where are we going?” I ask as he walks us down the sidewalk.
“You’ll see.”
He slides his hand down my arm and intertwines our fingers. Liquid warmth fills my body like a sip of coffee in the morning.
“Is this the part where you tell me to just trust you?” I joke. I would, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“No, this is the part where I take a page from your book and abduct you,” he says with a smile as we get to his car.
“You’re not supposed to tell someone you’re going to do that. Takes the surprise element out of it.”
“You’ll have to critique my methods from the car. I want to get there before they’re packed.”
I narrow my eyes in suspicion. He opens the door for me.
“It would be very easy to just go back to my car right now. I don’t think you’d be able to stop me.”
“It would also be more boring.” I roll my eyes at his words and slide in. He ducks his head inside close to mine. “Also, if you think I wouldn’t immediately catch you and throw you over my shoulder, you’re mistaken.”
He pulls back and shuts the door. I fan my face. Why do I wish I would have tried to run away now? What is wrong with me?
Brock gets in the car. I busy myself with buckling my seatbelt and situating my purse in my lap.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yet another mistake. You never ask the person if they’re ready to be kidnapped.”
“I can’t be a gentleman?”
“I’m pretty sure the wordskidnapperandgentlemancan’t coexist in the same sentence,” I say wryly.
“Fair enough. Since you came willingly anyway, maybe we can just call this an adventure?” he suggests.
I toy with the handle of my purse, hiding a smile. “Adventure it is.”
My phone buzzes as Brock pulls out onto the street. I take it out of my purse to see that Cohen messaged me.
Cohen: I had a great time tonight. I’d love to see you again. Maybe we can get coffee this week?
Cohen: Also, here’s a few links about the differences between fitness trackers. Let me know if you have any questions!
“Text from the doctor?” Brock asks.
I sigh. “Yeah. He said he had a great time. Is it weird that he texted me so soon after the date?”
“If I was on a date with someone like you, I’d have texted the second you walked away.”
I bite my lip. He said someonelikeme, not me. My silly racing heart needs to realize that, along with the thousands of other reasons we can’t be together. All of which are blurry in my brain right now.
“I think I’ll reply later.” I slip my phone back in my purse. “He deserves more than a quick text after he planned out our whole future.”
Brock chuckles. “Maybe you’ll change your mind, too. Spending the evening with me might make you see how great he is.”
I doubt it.
Chapter twenty-eight
