Page 92 of Xander
They read like this.
I’m sorry. – Yours.
I was wrong. – Yours.
I’m sorry. – X.
I’m sorry if I ever made you feel as though you weren’t the most important thing in my life. – Xander.
I’m sorry that I fucked up. – Xander.
Never groveled before. – Xander.
You’re my star in the night sky. – Xander.
You’re the only person on this planet that holds my entire heart in the palm of your hand. – Yours.
I want you on the back of my bike. – Xander.
I was a coward, and I was scared. – Xander.
“Delivery for Ms. Townsend,” I heard again, and again, and again.
This time, actual brothers from Zagan MC brought the deliveries.
And on and on it went like that until my office and my desk had been covered with flowers, chocolates, my favorite candy, and my favorite meal.
Anything and everything that I loved was laid out in front of me.
Seeing everything, knowing that he had done this.
My big man had gone out and purchased all of this, did all of this... it was hard as hell to keep the tears inside.
But when I gazed at something I missed, tears trailed down my cheeks.
The thing I had missed was a document in a frame.
A document that was from the official star registry.
And one of the stars in the night sky was now named Star Gazer.
And that was when I heard a gasp followed by, “Oh my.”
Followed by, “Honey hush.”
Looking up with tears in my eyes, my eyes locked on the reason for the gasp from every woman in the office.
And there he stood.
At the bank of elevators, his eyes scanned, and then they locked on me.
I saw his shoulders straighten, and then, he prowled toward me.
He looked good.
So good.
He had that black ball cap on backward, my kryptonite.
