Chapter Ten
The weekend passed in a blur. I barely slept, the event from Friday haunting me but I refused to think too much about it. When Lachlan met me Saturday morning, his eyes bore into me as if he was trying to read me. Sometimes when he looked at me like that, I wondered if he saw more than I knew.
We stopped for coffee, he got me a double shot of espresso, and we continued to his empty office building.
We worked the entire weekend and our daily schedule just continued from the weekday. We worked, grabbed lunch together, and then grabbed dinner together. That weekend and whole next week, we had dinner at a different restaurant.
The following week passed just as fast. Another Friday rolled around.
“Ready?” Lachlan's question startled me. I looked up from my spreadsheet to see him casually leaning against the doorframe of my office, watching me with those intense grey eyes.
Like a storm,I thought to myself.
He made me feel anxious, nervous, excited and my body always responded to his closeness. He didn’t even have to be physically close to me, yet it would still wake up around him. It calmed me and scared the shit out of me.
“But it is barely lunch time,” I objected.
“We have to swing by your place and get your clothes for the weekend,” he reasoned.
Frowning, unsure if I understood him right, I asked, “Why?”
“You agreed to come to our annual party. The party goes from Friday till Monday. You are staying all weekend.”
He made it sound like he told me that before but I was sure he did not.
I debated whether to point out his lack of information. But did it really matter? It wasn’t as if I had anything to do. I grabbed my purse and joined him, waiting for him to lead the way.
“You need to check with Colin?” he asked.
“Colin took a day off,” I replied in a soft voice.
He just nodded and put his hand on the small of my back as we walked over to the elevator. I wondered if his hand was truly that warm or was it just my skin was too cold?
We were in the underground garage within minutes, and he showed me into his Land Rover Destroyer. He drove in silence and we were at my apartment within five minutes.
He left his car in front of the building.
“Is that safe?” I asked him wondering if they would tow his vehicle away.
“It will be fine,” he assured me. “We won’t be long.”
“Ok.”
We walked into my apartment and I noticed he curiously glanced around. I followed his eyes around my apartment wondering how he saw it. The furniture was nice but simple. The apartment was decently sized with an open floor plan but with him, it seemed too small. There were no pictures around, no personal nicknacks that usually made a home personable. The only item that was evidence a human being lived in it was my college coffee mug my sister bought me long time ago. It had typewriters and books all over it with two words on it,Eve writes.
Lachlan picked it up with a small smile. “Nice mug.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “My sister’s gift before I went to college.”
I wondered since Elise came to visit whether she brought the mug on purpose. She never commented on it, just left it in my cabinet, and I started using it. It was the only thing that I had since the explosion. The mug, my necklace, and me.
“I’ll go pack a few things real quick,” I told him, my voice slightly shaking; whether from the memories or nervousness because Lachlan was in my apartment, I wasn’t sure.
Ready in five minutes, I felt like I packed blindly unprepared for this weekend. I assumed it was just a day visit and now it was a weekend visit.
When I asked, Lachlan just told me, “Don’t worry about it. Whatever you don’t have or need, we’ll get it in time. We have people on standby.”
I had no clue what that meant but I just nodded and went along.
“What is the party for?” I asked him as we walked out of my apartment and down the stairs.
“It’s the McLaren’s traditional annual weekend party,” he explained. “It’s been going on for centuries.”
He put my bag onto the back seat, helped me into the passenger side and we were on our way.