Page 78 of Crazy In Love
And those words didn’t come easily to me.
Emilia Taylor was not who I’d thought she was.
I’d been wrong about her for years.
As if she could read my thoughts, her lips turned up in the corners and she smiled. “Thank you for trusting me, too,” she whispered.
Cecilia startled me when she came up beside me and cleared my tray.
Emilia pulled her hand away and reached for her wine glass.
After Cecilia had cleared everything, she let us know we were starting our descent.
“I can’t believe we’re almost in Paris. This is wild,” Emilia said, staring out the window.
“Are you excited?” I asked.
“I am. I’ve dreamed about coming here for a very long time. And the fact that we’re going so close to Christmas is even more special.”
“Why?” I asked.
She turned to look at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I used my hand to press against the bottom of her chin, closing her mouth. “It’s not polite to gape at people, Emilia.”
She chuckled and smacked my hand away, and I quickly responded by wrapping my large hand around her wrist and catching her off guard.
Why did I feel the need to touch her?
I couldn’t help myself.
It wasn’t even a want at this point. It was a need.
She flailed her hand to get her wrist free, but my fingers wrapped around hers. Holding it still. “Tell me.”
She didn’t fight me as I placed our hands on my knee.
“The city will be illuminated with lights. The Eiffel Tower and Champs-Élysées are supposed to be even more spectacular this time of year. They have holiday markets, and ice skating in the park,” she said with a goofy smile on her face. “I was up most of the night reading about it all.”
“This is why you’re so tired?”
“Probably. But who even cares. We’re almost in Paris. I don’t care if I sleep at all while we’re there. I want to see as much as I can in the one day we have.”
“We could stay an extra day if you’d like. I can work from there.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t let her mouth fall open, which made me laugh.
Quick study.
“Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“I would have to text Beatrice.” She shrugged. “Are you sure you can handle three days being stuck with me, Bridger Chadwick?”
My tongue swiped out along my bottom lip, and I closed the distance between us. I spoke against her ear, my lips tracing the shell of her lobe. “I’m sure. Text Beatrice.”
She nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.
Okay, angel.
