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I licked my lips as my pulse picked up. “That’s perfect for me.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Really?”
“If what I saw last night was any indication of what’s to come, I suspect I’m in for a night of fun with you.”
I had to bite my lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape. The things I’d do to touch this man’s naked skin. “I’ll bring my A-game.”
“You mean, that wasn’t it last night?”
“Not at all. That was just a taste. A morsel.”
Landen, it seemed, couldn’t contain his reaction, because his groan came through the line. “Please know that I mean this in the very best way, but you are such a tease.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry. I’ll take it easy on you until then.”
“Don’t stop on my account. I’m having a great time.”
“I might need to stop for myself.”
He snorted. “I see. So, you really are frustrated. No worries. We can wait to pick this up at the end of the week. But I’ll warn you. I’m not against throwing you a few unsavory looks throughout the week when we’re at the gym.”
I might melt on the spot if I saw Landen looking at melike I was some delicious dessert. “I dare you to make that happen.”
“Alright, Iris. You just wait until tomorrow morning.”
I couldn’t wait.
It seemed that where Landen was concerned, I had not an ounce of patience.
SIXTEEN
Iris
I never thought about time travel.
I couldn’t recall a time in my whole life when I’d ever given the topic a second thought.
At least, not until today.
Now that it was just before lunch on Monday, and I was back at work, I was wondering how I could go back.
I’d choose Wednesday evening at dinnertime. Or, perhaps, Saturday evening at The Steel Pub.
Yes. That was it.
Dancing at the pub was my choice. I’d give anything to go back to that night and stay there for eternity if I could.
Because there wasn’t anything about what was happening now that felt good. Though, to be fair, even if I didn’t know precisely how things were going to go, my gut instinct had always been good.
And when I opened my eyes this morning, just a few hours away from returning to work, it hit me.
That ominous feeling. The nerves.
I was a bit rattled by the anxiousness, which only served to leave me even more worried.
After such a wonderful weekend—save for the interaction and resulting tension with Eleni—there hadn’t been any hint that I was concerned about my return to work. Even when I’d crawled into my bed last night, I didn’t give work a second thought.
