Page 37 of Wrong Number

“I’ll never let a day go by without calling or texting,” he said. “We won’t scare each other again, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tyler wrapped an arm around me as we continued walking to my place. “You were absolutely right about that number, by the way,” he said.

“What was it a number for?”

“The password to my uncle’s financials. I’d been able to access them before, but he recently locked them.”

“Uh oh,” I said, looking up to try to read his face. “Was it a mistake, or something bad?”

He tilted his head from side to side as if he were thinking. “Something bad, but done for what he thought was a good reason, I guess. But it’s straightened out now, and I’ll be taking over the company a lot sooner than I expected.”

“Wow. When is that?”

“In a couple of months,” he grinned.

“Congratulations,” I smiled as we walked into my lobby and I dug out my keys.

As soon as we were inside my apartment, we kicked off our shoes and I headed for the couch, but Tyler grabbed my hand and took me to the bedroom instead.

“Last night all I could think about was wanting to be naked with you so that we could connect,” he said, pulling off my shirt. “Is that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

It was delightful to pull each other’s clothing off with a less sexually charged energy. But as soon as we were under the sheet, our skin pressed together, things felt instantly heated.

His fingertips trailed up my spine, as my palms began to glide around his shoulders.

Every time we were together I felt like I was relaxing, becoming accustomed to touching him everywhere, and being held by his warm, rough hands.

“Sweetheart, once I’m running the company, I’m going to be doing everything I can to make the workload steady for all of the teams, so that we can predict our hours.”

“That’s okay, I know you’ll have to work late sometimes,” I said.

“Yes, but I also don’t want to be wasting all sorts of time driving to your place, and you coming to my place, and having big discussions over where we’re going to have dinner.”

His eyes were absolutely blazing, but I wasn’t positive about what he was trying to say until he said it.

“Tana, over the next couple of months, I’d like you to consider moving in with me.”

“Isn’t that a little fast?” I asked.

“Absolutely. That’s why I am warning you now. Or, asking you now, I guess. Will you please think about it?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “But wouldn’t you rather move into my tiny apartment?”

He chuckled as he grabbed my hip, pulling us closer together. I could feel that he was extremely excited, and not just by the idea of us moving in together.

“My place is too big for one person. I’m thinking if you move in this year, then in a couple years we’ll get married, have two or three kids–”

“You meant to say one or two.”

“Exactly,” he said quickly. “Maybe a dog.”

“You meant to say a cat,” I giggled.

“Exactly. A big fluffy, lazy cat that will sleep on your lap while you’re reading and waiting for me to come home.”

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