Page 92 of Five Days to Be Mine

With the water hitting my shoulder, his chest pressed against mine, it didn't take much to rip an orgasm from my body. Out of the shower, Evan answered his phone, frowning.

I’m drying off, hearing him through the open bathroom door, using a tone that’s detached and growly.

“She's insane if she thinks they're is any chance that's going to happen when we are in our third decade of being divorced. Fine, I’m free. I’ll see you then.”

He hangs up the phone, turning to find me, and the pain in his face is so raw I want to hug him. I step out of the washroom and wrap my arms around him.

“My ex is determined to be a constant in my life. I need to meet with my lawyer this morning. But I can take you to your mom's to meet the rental truck.”

He's so eager, his tone so hopeful.

All of this hot and heavy between us and it’s so good but I don't mind having some space.

"I am going to text Jenny and ask her to drive me to mom’s. Then I'm meeting the team at the studio.” I can’t help the excitement in my voice.

This is light years away from where I thought I would be.

I can’t wait to get into the studio and start setting it up and making it my own.

Evan insisted that I choose furnishings, storage units, workbenches and a computer system for the space. Somehow, I’m going to pay him back.

"Okay, but I insist on having a business lunch with you." The dimples in his cheek appear as he smirks. He is so sexy.

“Why?” I reach out for his hand.

“To talk about your business.” He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. "You're going to be a good investment, Ms. Cotter.”

I giggle in his arms, but my stomach is in knots.

Nobody will think that I'm a good investment due to my past.

Evan brushes his lips across mine, gives me a slap on the ass.

“I have to go and take care of this unpleasantness. Have a good morning, princess.”

“You too, Mr. Brennon .”

“I prefer Sir Evan from you,” Evan snakes his hand at my nape and kisses me.

My whole being sighs against him and I know what we have is good and it could be great between us. I’m not in a hurry to run out of this apartment at the end of the week. I want to stay with him, I do. But doubt is a demanding monster in my brain, demanding to be fed. Evan’s made my dream possible. I don't know what I can give him in return that matches that.

“See you, soon princess,” Evan has his shoes on and is dressed in khakis and a button down green shirt that makes his eyes sparkle.

“Can’t wait, Sir. Evan.”

He closes the door with a little wave.

I get ready, throwing on a pair of yoga pants and a flowy dress-shirt I liked. The clothes are comfortable but it’s a little dressier than what I’d wear lounging around. I know I'm going to get dirty moving stuff in, but I want to feel…like I'm in charge.

From the closet I'm using, I grab my sketchpad, my iPad and pack it all into a bag. I text Jenny and ask if she can pick me up and take me to mom’s so I can meet the movers and grab my car. She texts back a thumbs up.Fifteen minutes later, I’m in Jenny’s car and we’re on our way.

“Thanks for texting me,” Jenny says. “Matt is going to meet the others at the studio. You must be so excited, Mara!”

“I am. Nervous, but I can’t believe this is real.”

Jenny flashes me a grin. “You’re so talented. You deserve this.”

Jenny is pretty, with blonde hair, serious amber eyes, and a perfectly aligned smile.

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