Page 46 of The Phyre that Burns
“Of course. I’m sorry for asking too much.”
“Don’t apologize, baby. You can ask me anything, but I promise you, I’ve told you all I can tell you about that situation.”
“Understood. I love you.”
He glanced at me with a smile. “I love you more than you’ll ever love me.”
I didn’t argue with him because, at this particular moment, it might have been true. Although I’d attempted to push my love for Phyre down to the deepest parts of me, it was still very much present. Unlike him, the thought of us reuniting was not on my radar.
I didn’t think it was possible, so I suppressed any and all thoughts of it. If everything he’d shared with me was true, while he prayed fervently for moments like this, I prayed for God to remove all thoughts of Phyre from my mind. Regardless of my prayers, God knew my heart, and I was grateful He ignored me.
I’d always enjoyed my chosen career path, but the first week I worked in Phyre’s office was one of the worst weeks of my career. It had nothing to do with my actual job or the people I worked with. It was my attitude and the energy I used trying to ignore Phyre and my feelings for him.
Since the moment I let my guard down and opened my heart back up to him, life had been smooth sailing. Before I could blink, a month had passed, and I was headed to the airport to pick up Devyn.
“I’m glad your friend is coming to visit, but not having you in my bed for the next two nights is a problem for me,” Phyre said.
It was Friday, and everyone else in the office had left after our staff meeting. Phyre had some paperwork to complete, and I stuck around a little longer so I could head straight to the airport from there.
We were in his office, and he was seated behind his desk. I sat sideways on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips against his for a sweet kiss before responding.
“You’ve slept without me for much longer than two nights. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Every one of those nights was miserable. Why don’t you let her stay at the condo and come home at bedtime?”
“Because bedtime will probably be late. We’ll probably be up talking all night, and tomorrow, we’ll probably go to a club. Besides, it’ll be rude to leave her alone after she’s traveled all this way.”
“Ahh, hell. Y’all going to the club?”
“Why not? I want to show my bestie a good time. I haven’t been out since I got here, and I barely go out when I’m home.”
“Nothing is out there but trouble.”
“Don’t tell me you’re one ofthosemen.”
“One of what men?”
“One of those men who don’t like their women to go out and have fun without them.”
He appeared to think about his response for a moment.
“You’re the only woman I’ve been in a relationship with, and when we were in school, you didn’t do much clubbing. I haven’tcared enough about any other woman to really give a damn what she did.”
“Honestly, I’m a homebody, and so is Devyn. Clubbing ain’t really our thing, but we love a good day party. You know of any?”
“Reach out to Phoenix. I’m sure she knows.”
“I sure will, and in the meantime, don’t get your panties in a bunch if I decide to go clubbing every now and then. I’ll always come home to you, . . . just not this weekend.”
I kissed his forehead and hopped off his lap. Before I could get too far away, he caught my wrist.
“I know you can do better than that, especially if you don’t plan to see me until Sunday.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. She’s not leaving until Monday, and I have to take her to the airport, so I’ll be late.”
Still holding my wrist, he stood, pulling me to his chest.
“You’re just full of surprises today. I guess I’d better find something to keep me busy while you're off behaving like a single woman.”
