Page 32 of Fools in Love

We were going strong. Our communication and comfort were on a level I often talked about with my clients, but never experienced for myself. I’d been in love before, but it had never been like this.

“Sweetheart,” Robbie’s voice called out as he walked into my office, roses in hand.

“Hi,” I said through my surprise. At the roses and him. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I pushed away from my desk and walked into his arms.

He kissed me, his tongue instantly in my mouth, and I had to force myself to stay standing. This man made me weak.

“I just wanted to see you. Let you know I was thinking about you.”

I grinned, taking the red roses from his hand. “You could have called.”

“This is better.”

“Hey, Robbie,” Meredith crooned as she sauntered past my open door and gave me a wink.

She’d seemed to know what Sheila had—that Robbie and I were going to end up together. Sometimes, the people in this business were annoying and a little too self-assured, even when they were right.

“Hey, Mer,” he said back, but she’d already gone to her desk.

“We’re still on for dinner, right?” He sounded a little nervous, and for a split second, I thought he might be breaking up with me.

He wouldn’t have brought me roses if he was going to dump me later, right?

“Yep. But don’t forget that I have that client meeting at five thirty, but it should only take an hour.”

He kissed me again. “Okay. I’ll see you at home.”

“Which home?” I asked with a laugh because we were constantly at one of our places, rarely sleeping alone when we didn’t have to.

“Your apartment.”

“Just because you have a key, you think you can come and go whenever you please?” I teased, but his face paled noticeably.

“Uh…” he stumbled, and I laughed.

“I was just joking,” I said before adding, “I love when you’re at my house.”

“Okay. I gotta go.” He blew out a quick breath, looking completely distracted. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Thanks for the roses.”

I watched him hurry out of my office without looking back, and I wondered what had just happened. He had acted weird, and my stomach started turning as I searched for a vase to put the flowers in.

“Why’d your man practically sprint out of here?” Meredith asked as I rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“I don’t know. He was being weird, right?”

She shrugged. “He’s not usually in such a rush. What’d you do to him?”

“Nothing,” I snarled before taking my perfect roses and putting them on top of my desk.

Meredith stayed with me until my last appointment left the premises. I called down to security and double-checked that my new patron had either driven away or gotten safely into a cab. You couldn’t be too careful these days, especially being a woman.

Even though I assumed the majority of my clients were harmless, you really never knew. Being alone after hours in the office was one thing, but being alone with a man after hours was something else entirely.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Meredith said as we parted ways outside the building. Our trains headed in opposite directions.

After an uneventful train ride, I followed the underground stairs up and into the brisk evening air. My building was just up ahead, but I kept my eyes focused on my surroundings, skimming across the guys handing out flyers among the throngs of New Yorkers rushing to wherever they were headed.

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