Page 28 of Waiting for Her

“Seems like forever ago.” Grady’s deep voice cuts through my memories, bringing me back to the present. Reminds me of the many mistakes I’ve made. Of the life I stepped away from.

“And like yesterday,” I say quietly, but he hears it.

“Also true.”

I place the frame back on the cabinet it was resting on and slowly spin on my heels, wishing I had chosen something else to wear today, meanwhile Grady’s presence is undeniably strong, stable even. He’s grown up. Feeling like a co-ed in my heather gray sundress, green Chucks, and high pony tail, I rub the tattoo on my wrist. It’s a constant reminder of a promise made long ago.

“Have a seat, Bri.”

I sit on the other side of his desk on a hard, plastic chair, as he, like thegrown uphe is, sits behind it.

“I feel like I’m being called into the principal’s office,” I admit with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Have you been a bad girl?”

I flush. He winces.

It’s the second time he’s said something even the tiniest bit suggestive, but we both recognize it as such immediately. Maybe he’s as sex deprived as I am. My heart is searching for any shred of forgiveness, of capturing what once was, I grasp hold of each comment and don’t release it.

“And what would you do to me if I were?”

Would he bend me over the desk separating us?

Squeeze my hips as he rubs against me from behind.

Be rough and gentle at the same time.

Kiss me between my shoulder blades.

Possibly spank me.

Or maybe that’s what I’ll be fantasizing about tonight.

He looks away, but not before I see the heat in his eyes.

It matches what I’m sure he can see in mine.

Can he still read my mind?

He clears his throat and leans his elbows on his desk. Damn, his forearms are so sexy. He’s always had great arms. Worked his ass off for the muscles on display before me. He squeezes his fingers together, cracking his knuckles, and the corded muscles flex, causing his forearms to bulge and contract. “You wanted to start out by asking about the accident, yeah?”

Right.

The reason I’m in his office.

Get your head out of the horny gutter, Bri.

I can feel my cheeks heat with the flush I’ve brought upon myself simply from the fantasies rolling around in my mind.

Geez.

I’m so freakin’ pathetic.

“The accident. It happened um, the night of Cole and Mia’s wedding, right?”

He makes a noise that sounds like a grunt.

I should have been there.

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