Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
When he finally releases me I walk inside the building and go to my desk. As soon as I get to my cubicle my stomach falls. The flowers Blaze gave me are knocked off my desk and the vase is broken. My eyes start to sting but I fight back the tears. What the hell? I lean down and pick up the flowers then go into the break room to try and save them.
The whole room grows quiet when I walk in and I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I find a cup and give my flowers fresh water. When I get back to my desk I set them down and clean up the broken vase. I try and tell myself they’re just flowers, but for some reason this hurts the most out of everything they’ve done.
Just as more tears threaten my phone vibrates. I reach in my back pocket and when I turn it over, my heart swells.
Blaze: Miss you.
He really has no idea what those simple words do to calm me down.
Me: Miss you more.
I feel better. I just need to get through today and then I’ll be back with my man. My man. Now that really does make me smile. That is until Mike passes my desk and winks at me. Why is he such a creep? If only he could get the message that I’m taken it might make these last two weeks more bearable.
Chapter Fourteen
Blaze
“I told you so,” I say as I pull her against me.
She rolls her eyes and I lean down to kiss her. Her soft body curves against mine and I wrap my arms around her possessively.
“Just say I was right and we can go home.”
Her eyes light up and her hands tighten in my shirt. “You were right.”
I throw my arm over her shoulder and tuck her in at my side as we walk to my truck. “Hey, you know I’m just teasing you, right?” I open the door for her and lift her up.
“Yes, but you were right. April was really great and it sounds like an awesome opportunity. I never thought about myself in that kind of job before, but after talking to her I’m excited at the possibility.”
I walk around my truck and get in. When we’re strapped in I grab her hand. “Just think about it, and if you still think you might want the job, you should take it.”
“Oh, I already told her I’d take it,” Rosabelle admits, and then her cheeks flush. “Should I have not done that?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Only if it’s what you want. And April wouldn't have offered it to you if you weren’t right for it. She’s a good friend of mine, but she doesn’t sugarcoat it when it comes to work.”
“Yeah, I got that.” She smiles over at me and squeezes my hand. “I can’t believe how good I feel. I felt so lost and then you came along and now it’s like life has been opening doors I never thought possible.”
“Well, it’s funny you say that because I’m having some of those same feelings of my own.” I look over at her and wink as I turn out of the parking lot.
“Really?” Her voice is shy and she looks down at her lap.
“Yeah, beautiful. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m falling in love with you.” Her head snaps up and her eyes are wide as I smile over at her. “But don’t worry, I’m not saying I love you right now because that might scare you away. I’ll save it for when you’re ready.”
Her mouth hangs open for another second before she closes it and presses her lips tight. There’s a long pause as she opens her mouth and then closes it again several times before she speaks. “So when will that be?”
“When will you be ready for me to tell you I love you?” My smile stretches and I can feel my cheeks tighten so I know she can see my dimples. “You’ll find out.” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it. “But it’s coming.”
“Okay,” she breathes, staring straight ahead. I can practically hear her heartbeat through the cab of the truck.
“So you took the job? When do you start?”
She blinks a few times before she looks back to me. “In two weeks.” She smiles like she can’t believe it. “I’ll have to go through training, but she said as soon as I’m finished with my old job, I can start.”
“I’m really proud of you.” When she looks down at our joined hands I squeeze hers again.
“It’s just—” She pauses like she’s trying to find the words and then shakes her head. “Wow.”
“We should celebrate.” I pull up into my driveway and walk around to her side. “Come here, beautiful.”