Page 44 of Fall for You
“I knew it,” she whispered. A laugh bubbled out of her. Eric had tried to convince her that Charlie had hurt Rose in some way, but now she was more certain than ever that couldn’t be true.
Because she’d been right. Charlie and Rose were in love.
Another laugh slipped out as she scrambled to her feet.
She’d been right!
And she couldn’t wait to tell Eric.
Chapter Nineteen
Eric was knee-deep in expense reports when his assistant knocked.
“Busy,” he called out.
Still, the door cracked open. He frowned as Sandra poked her head into the office. She was a middle-aged woman with a young face but the wisdom only a mother of four could possess. It wasn’t like her to barge in when he was busy, so he knew instantly that the message was important.
“There’s a call for you,” she started.
His eyebrows flickered. Why hadn’t she just put it through?
“Is it an emergency?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “I don’t think so.”
“Then tell them I’m busy.”
Her brows drew together like she was concerned or maybe confused.
He fought for patience and folded his arms on the desk. “It’s not my father or one of the board members, is it?”
He already knew the answer. They’d never try to reach him through the main line. They’d call him directly on his cell.
She shook her head. “No, but he’s very insistent. And it’s odd… That’s why I’m bothering you with it.”
He took a deep breath, trying hard not to snap. But seriously. It was hard enough to concentrate on spreadsheets even without interruptions. “Odd how, Sandra?”
“His voice is…” She made a face and tried again. “He says his name is Luke Skywalker.”
Eric blinked, sure he’d heard her wrong.
Sandra looked pained. “I’d say it was a prank call, but he knew so much about you, and he said you’d want to take it, and?—”
“Put him through.” The words came out sounding far too brusque as Eric tried his best to hold back a laugh.
It couldn’t be.
She wouldn’t.
But yes, of course she would.
Sandra slipped out, and a few moments later, his desk phone rang. He picked it up, his heart already racing even before he heard Willow’s voice. “Mr. Skywalker, I presume?”
“Hello, Mr. Vader.” Her voice was so low and muddy, it made him laugh out loud.
And then Willow broke character and her answering laugh was?—
Well, it stole his breath. Eric found himself staring at his desk, temporarily speechless as a rush of emotions hit him smack in the chest. Not the least of which was relief. And…longing.
