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“I’m happy to help,” I said softly. I swallowed, craving her in a way I hadn’t experienced in over a year.
I tugged her hand toward me, a gentle invitation, and she leaned forward. Our foreheads touched and I moved my free hand to her face, cradling her cheek. “Dani,” I whispered softly.
Her breath hitched and then she gasped just before a tear slid onto my fingers.
She was crying?
She tilted her head up, closing the fraction of space between us and pressed her lips against mine. Fire ignited inside me, overwhelming my senses until every heartbeat echoed the sound of her name. I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t breathe in enough of her, touch enough of her. When she pulled away, breaking the kiss only seconds after it started, I stilled. Her shoulders dropped and her eyes closed, and I knew, immediately, what was coming.
“I can’t, Alex.” She reached up and took my hand, still touching her cheek, and held it to her lips. She kissed my palm then dropped my hand and wiped at her tears. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, my longing suddenly replaced with intense regret. We had only just begun to be friends again and I’d likely ruined everything. “Don’t, Dani. It should be me apologizing. I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry.” I stood and moved to the doorway.
“Alex, wait.”
I turned. She looked so small sitting alone in the middle of the large bed.
“It isn’t that I don’t want—”
“Dani, please,” I said, cutting her off. “You don’t owe me an explanation. It’s all right.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth. Everything about her expression spoke of how much she didn’t want to hurt me. But I realized with startling clarity how inevitable that hurt actually was. I’d never stopped loving her. And probably never would.
Once outside, I leaned against the studio door, letting the cold air wash over my skin. I pulled it into my lungs, a pitiful attempt to quell the fire Dani had ignited in my gut. I tried to tell myself it wouldn’t ever work between us. We wanted different things, dreamed of different things. But my heart wouldn’t be convinced; the only thing my heart wanted was her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Dani
The flight to New York was mostly uneventful. The rest of the team wouldn’t fly up until the following morning, but I’d wanted an extra day to deliver the custom jackets to Reggie and the rest of Red Renegade; the jackets were, in my not-so-humble estimation, freaking spectacular, so I’d convinced Alex to book me an earlier flight. Instead of sending me on my own, he’d booked flights for Isaac and himself as well, mentioning some important meeting with the venue people they needed to attend. I was pretty sure there wasn’t actually a meeting, but I wasn’t going to argue.
I leaned back into my first-class seat, a luxury Isaac had insisted on. “It’s a business expense,” he had said. “You’re flying first class with the rest of us, end of story.”
I’d caved on the New York tickets, but I’d put my foot down when Alex had tried to upgrade our tickets to Key West. Even though Isaac was coming along, he was only coming as an accomplice tomyevil plan. No matter how he stretched it, he couldn’t write off Florida as a business expense and there was no way I was paying for a first-class ticket. It had been hard enough letting him pay for my coach seat. The cash I’d had left over after buying the leather had been enough to cover a plane ticket, but I was so cash poor, I’d hated to spend it. Not if I wanted to keep my phone turned on and my credit cards in good standing. When Isaac had offered to loan me enough to cover my ticket, I’d relented.
The list of money I owed my brother kept getting longer and longer. But I would pay him back. Somehow, I would get through all this madness, find a new job, and figure out a way to pay him back.
My phone dinged from my bag, stashed under the seat in front of me, and I reached for it, remembering that I hadn’t yet switched it to airplane mode. Before I did, I opened my messages. There was a new text from Chase.
Food for thought,the text read.Sasha has hired and fired two assistants since you left. Seems like she can’t find anyone as amazing as you.
Ha. Maybe. Probably she just couldn’t find anyone as gullible as me.
“What is it?” Alex said.
I turned the phone so he could read Chase’s message. “From Chase,” I said.
Alex’s eyes passed over the phone, then he nodded. “Interesting. What do you think it means?”
I shrugged. “Probably nothing. It doesn’t really change our plans.”
“It does make you feel good though, right? You were good at your job. Apparently irreplaceable.”
I stashed my phone back in my bag and turned toward the window. Talking about Sasha, thinking about my time at LeFranc left me uneasy. It hadn’t been so hard in Charleston; I was removed enough that it had felt easier. Easier to breathe. Easier to forget. Now I was flying back to New York. To the city I’d dreamed of my entire life and then abandoned. I reminded myself that this trip wasn’t about me, which helped, but only a little.
I said a silent prayer that our luggage wouldn’t get lost somewhere between Charleston and La Guardia and took several deep breaths to try and settle my nerves. I generally loved flying. Was it Chase’s text that had me feeling so off-kilter?
Alex shifted next to me, brushing up against my arm. I leaned into him, almost involuntarily, but then retreated back to the window. What was I doing? No, Chase’s text wasn’t the only thing messing with my head. Chase. Sasha. New York. Red Renegade. Alex. Paige. I leaned my head against the cool windowpane and closed my eyes. I was just shy of a complete mess.
