Page 36 of Dream Lover
“I’m not.” I lied, knowing she would know.
“You’re totally pouting.”
“I’m tired.”
Her hand patted my thigh. “Conner will come around. You’ll see. Give it time.”
I shrugged, not wanting to get my hopes up in any way. I knew the score and needed to accept it.
We said our goodbyes because it was late. I still hadn’t touched my email or my laundry, and I didn’t care one bit.
* * *
Life returned to normal.I was buried up to my eyeballs in all the work I had missed while in Las Vegas. One would’ve thought the others who worked here would’ve handled it, but no. They were so kind as to leave it for me.
Two weeks and Conner hadn’t called. No text. No email. No smoke signals. Nothing.
Part of me had hoped I wouldn’t be another notch on his bedpost. That the week meant something to him. But the rest of me knew that was how Conner operated.
I should have known not to allow my feelings to get into the mix, but it was hard not to. He showed me everything I’d ever wanted in the span of a week. We felt like a real couple. My body had adjusted to sleeping next to him and feeling his warmth. I missed his arms around me. I missed his smell. I missed his kisses. I missed all the pieces of Conner Davenport I had discovered I loved on that trip. I went through the everyday motions, pretending every time I checked my cell phone it wasn’t to see if he had texted or called me.
He hadn’t. It hurt, and I was moping but putting on a strong act and clean face. No one would know. Maybe Carrie, but we didn’t discuss her brother anymore.
When I spoke with my brother, he didn’t bring Conner up and neither did I.
I didn’t want Conner blowing me off to put a rift between them. They’d been best friends forever, and Drew could get overly protective at times. All Drew needed to know was we had fun together. Period.
I wanted to be patient, but I was disappointed. Rebecca already had been doing her best to come between their friendship, and I didn’t want to be lumped with her. The woman should have been named the queen of mean.
Her bridal shower was coming up, and I wasn’t ready to deal with her shenanigans again so soon. However, Drew intended to marry the bitch, and I had no choice but to grin and bear it and hope like hell Drew knew what he was doing.
14
Conner
It’s a scientific fact: never tell a woman she’s crazy unless you want to see crazy
“Makesure the flowers are expensive. I want the card to read: I’m sorry I haven’t called, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Let me make it up to you with dinner.”
Jasmine, my secretary, smiled at me as she jotted the note down on her legal pad. “You’ve got it. Anything else, Mr. Davenport?”
“Did you get the reservation I asked about for lunch?”
“Yes. I have you scheduled for a one o’clock lunch with Drew Landis.”
“Great. Thanks. Don’t forget to have those flowers delivered as soon as possible. Add on a box of chocolates, and make sure they deliver this too.” I handed her the small gift bag.
I had gone out of my way in New York to find Quinn the sexiest pink and black lace panties I could find. I only hoped she would wear them for me the next time I saw her.
Unfortunately, life turned crazy on me, and I hadn’t called. I knew if I spoke to her it’d only make me miss her more, but I was an idiot. An asshole.
It had been two weeks, and I hadn’t picked up the phone once to call Quinn. A text message seemed too impersonal. That was a lie. I had been a chicken shit.
Quinn was the first woman I’d truly given a damn about. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I owed her far better than she got from me.
Quinn was a great woman, and I refused to think I fucked it all up with her.
I was pulling my head out of my ass and making this—us—happen.
