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I absolutely adored that I could make her laugh so hard. And come so hard. I’d never felt anything like the pressure of her soft, wet pussy clenching around me as she shook from head to toe.

I’d never been more proud of anything in my entire life.

The intensity of my feelings for Tana was shocking. I’m not sure whether I hoped she remembered what I had confessed in the throes of passion or not.

But I could feel that she loved me too. I don’t even know why I cut her off when she tried to say it. It was like the moment was too big, and I wasn’t ready yet.

It didn’t seem right to love someone this much this fast, but since I was as new to love as she was, maybe things weren’t supposed to quite make sense.

Even though I only had five hours to sleep, having my sweetheart wrapped in my arms was the most important thing ever.

When my alarm rang from my jeans pocket on the floor, I dug it out and clicked it off as quickly as I could. Cuddling beside Tana again for a minute, I kissed her forehead.

“Have a good day,” she whispered, half opening her eyes to kiss me.

“I’m going to miss you, baby. I’ll call you.”

“Mmm, okay.”

She drifted off again as I got dressed as quietly as possible. I was actually tempted to take a photo of her sleeping, she looked so angelic with her hair floating around her sweet face, her fingers wrapped around the pillow I’d just left.

It almost hurt to leave her.

Her sweet little kiss was definitely the best part of my day. Everything went progressively worse from the second I walked out through the lobby of her building.

First I was reminded as I walked past the directory that she shared the last name of a man who was quickly becoming a huge pain in our company’s ass. Then it poured rain for the one minute it took me to walk from my car to the coffee shop, and then into the building where we were working today.

I had barely chugged two sips of caffeine before Uncle John called me, worried about the job quotes we were sending this week.

There was something in the tone of his voice that didn’t make sense. I got that he really didn’t want a couple of jobs to go to Wright, but since we were already booked up anyhow, I didn’t understand why it mattered.

Then I wondered if it was because it was a new development company.

Maybe it was a point of pride to him. Perhaps he wanted a certain number of clients on his roster before he retired someday. We all had little goals that we tried to hit to keep ourselves going.

I felt bad for cutting the call short, but I had to switch vehicles to one of the larger trucks. Promising to send him a text later, I parked my car and dug out my keys for one of the trucks that we kept outside our warehouse.

After checking that the right load had been packed, I drove back downtown, wondering how much I should pry into Uncle John’s business. He had been s

aying that it was my business too, yet seemed to be unclear on some details, and keeping other things away from me.

It was strange, and becoming stranger.

Slowing down, I let a couple of cars merge ahead of me, never rushing at this hour. But then my shoulders clenched. Was John rushing to get us more work with this new company for any particular reason?

Could anything be wrong with the company or the market and he wasn’t telling me?

CHAPTER TWELVE

* Tana *

For the rest of the weekend, I had been floating on a cloud. But by Tuesday morning I was starting to get a little bit freaked out.

My logical mind said that I was overreacting. But my emotional mind didn’t have any experience in knowing how many days without contact was normal. Especially when everything had been going so well.

Work was fine all morning, but when I took my lunch, I thought that I’d better call Megan to make sure I wasn’t going crazy.

I knew that Tyler had been working on Sunday, and that he was probably really tired that night, since he hadn’t got much sleep on Saturday night. But yesterday he only sent a couple of texts saying that he was really busy. This morning there had been nothing.

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