Page 401 of Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

“That’s nice of you.”

“I do what I can.”

He chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. Whatever medication you gave me did the trick.”

“My friend called it in for you. My assistant brought it over shortly after.” Sweeping a piece of hair out of my face, he asked, “What time is it?”

I loved the adoring expression on his face. No one had ever looked at me the way he was. Despite not wanting to break our connection, I grabbed his wrist and read his watch.

“It’s almost noon.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept in this late.”

Bringing my attention back to him, I questioned, “Are you an early riser?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“How early?”

“Usually by five A.M.”

“Five in the morning? That’s crazy! Who wakes up at five A.M.?”

“I get a workout in before I head to my office.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re a workaholic?”

He smiled, rubbing my back. “That’s what happens when you own your own agency.”

“That’s pretty admirable. You’re still so young.”

“I thought I was ancient?”

“You might still have a few good years left.”

“Do I get to spend them with you?”

“If you play your cards right.”

“Well, what do you know, I’m actually holding four of a kind.”

“I’ll see your four of a kind and raise you a royal flush.”

He smiled, big and wide. “My girl knows how to play poker.”

Again with my girl.

I didn’t call him out on it. Instead, I changed the subject. “Do you know your body temperature runs hot?”

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’re very warm. Almost like a heated blanket.”

“Good to know.”

“No other girl has told you that before?”

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