Page 14 of The Plan
“Won’t she think that’s weird?”
“Why would she? You’re practically family, Addison. Addy talks about you all the time. It wouldn’t be weird for me to find you after you’ve run off.”
“We’ve never met before, Blake,” I say, pointing out the obvious.
“It doesn’t feel that way,” he admits, coming to a stop at Aunt Addy’s front door.
‘No, it doesn’t,” I agree, turning back towards him. “Thank you for tonight.”
“You’re welcome. Just give it time. Don’t rush into things. You’ve upheaved your entire life; it will take a while for this place to feel like home again.”
“It is home. It’s just what I do with it that I’m not sure about.”
“Just give it time, princess,” he repeats. “You never know what’s waiting for you around the corner.”
“Like finding your husband deep inside your PA,” I say, not meaning for it to come out aloud. “Shit.”
I look to Blake to find his eyes wide. “I was going to say earlier that your husband’s a wanker for letting you out of his sight, but I think that might be putting it mildly.” Blake takes a step towards me and I instinctively move back. The only problem is that I bump into the front door, unable to go any farther.
“I can’t blame him,” I whisper. “Things weren’t good.”
“There’s never a good enough excuse for a man to even be looking at another woman. Especially when his wife’s as beautiful as you.”
I have no idea how to respond to that so I just bite down on my bottom lip and continue to look up at Blake, who is now inches away from me.
He leans towards me and I hold my breath. “I’m coming back to do the fuse board tomorrow. I got called away yesterday. Say you’ll be here,” he whispers in my ear. His breath warms my cold skin, sending goosebumps down my neck.
“Uh huh,” is all I can get out with him so close and his manly woodsy scent filling my nose.
“Goodnight, princess. Sleep well.” He drops a kiss on my cheek but doesn’t pull back as quickly as would be appropriate. When he does, he turns and walks away before getting in his van and driving off.
I lift my hand to my cheek, still feeling his lips. I stand there for a few seconds, looking to where he just disappeared and feeling my heart beat a little too fast in my chest.
This isn’t right, is it? He said it himself a few minutes ago.
We’re practically family.
Not forgetting the fact I’ve just come out of a disastrous marriage. I should be hung up on that, surely? Not getting these feelings for someone else already.
