Page 116 of My Destiny
“You’re the boss, so it’s not like you have anyone to answer to.”
He chuckles. “Actually, today I have to be in court, so I’ll have the presiding judge to answer to.”
“Ugh,” I say, pouting again.
Bringing his face forwards, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “I promise to make it up to you tonight, though.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“What time do I need to be ready?”
“I’m hoping to be home around five thirty, so I can have a quick shower and change. I’d like to leave here by six.”
“I’m really looking forward to it.” I wish I knew where he was taking me, but I trust him when he says I’ll like my surprise. He hasn’t disappointed me yet, and always goes out of his way to please me, which I love.
“Me too,” he says, bringing his lips down on mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Brooke
Butterflies churn in my stomach as I descend the stairs that lead into the great room. I’m secretly praying that John is still in bed. I noticed his bedroom door was closed when I passed.
“Shit,” I mumble under my breath when I reach the bottom and see him seated across the room at the dining room table. His head is bowed as he flips through today’s paper. Lifting his coffee to his mouth, his head rises, and his gaze moves straight to me. The smile that bursts onto his face as soon as he sees me, hits me right in my chest.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he says.
“Good morning.” I’m not sure how I feel about him calling me sweetheart. “I hope you slept well.”
“I did. It was great to sleep in a real bed, no longer hooked up to a drip.”
I force a smile, and a wave of guilt flows through me. Despite everything I feel towards him, this man took a bullet for us. I need to remember that.
“I bet,” I say, moving past him into the kitchen.
“Morning, dear,” Jill greets as I enter.
“Morning, Jill.”
“How are you this morning?” she asks, running her hand affectionately down my arm. I can see the concern on her face as she speaks. “You were on my mind all night.”
“To be honest, I’m struggling.”
“Poor thing,” she says. “You’re not running this morning?”
“No, I have a big day at work. Our end of year concert is coming up, so I have routines to finalise.”
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“Please.”
“Do you want muesli and yogurt for breakfast?”
“Thanks.”
I stand there stalling for a moment, until Jill eventually shoos me out of the kitchen. “Go sit, I’ll bring it out to you.”
