Page 62 of Blind Attraction

Kate winced. “That sucks!” She moved closer, and scooted her ass onto Alana’s desk, sitting down to face her. “Why don’t you do a post on why sex toys are greater than a man? Or a certain guy in particular. I can buy you the rabbit vibrator I promised you for your break-up gift, and you can review it. Tell the world how only the finest medical grade silicone is better than the famous Mitchell Da—”

The house phone rang, and Kate scooted off the table. “We’ll finish this in a sec.”

Alana sighed and stared back at the words.I miss you, Allie.Her heart clenched. She missed him too.

With a deep breath she clicked onto the control panel of her blog and went to the settings tab. Kate had been kind enough to stop playing Reckless Beat’s music and removed memorabilia from view. The least Alana could do was take away the distractions on her end. There were only a few posts anyway. Nothing she couldn’t replicate when her memories of Mitchell faded.

She moved the mouse curser, hovered it over the Delete Blog button and paused.

“Alana?”

She glanced over her shoulder at Kate who stood in the doorway. Her face was troubled with a frown, her skin pale.

“What is it?” Her mouth dried. She stood, her legs shaking as she stumbled forward and grasped the outstretched phone.

“It’s Patty from your mom’s retreat. There’s been an accident.”

One week later

Mitch rubbed his eyelids, trying to massage away the tension. His life was hell. Not just a scorching inferno of uncomfortable existence, but a soul jarring, mood altering, fucked up actuality which made him want to crack open his ribcage with his own hands and scoop his own heart out with a spoon.

“We’re nearly home.” Blake spoke softly from his position next to Mitch on the jet’s leather sofa.

Home. He scoffed to himself. The thought of going to his empty Manhattan apartment gave him the chills. He didn’t know where home was anymore. Wasn’t it meant to be where his heart was? He’d unwittingly given it to Alana before he left Richmond...without getting the bastard back.

“I don’t want to go home.”

Blake didn’t say a word.

Mitch opened his eyes and glanced beside him, not surprised to see his friend staring back with an expression devoid of emotion.

“I’m going to go to Richmond with Mason.”

Blake nodded slowly. “Do you want company? I don’t have any plans for our down time.”

Mitch nudged his friend’s shoulder in the masculine, non-verbal way of showing thanks. “You think you can handle a few more days with me?”

Blake raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “I’ve already had my daily dose of revenge. I’ve been cleaning the hotel toilets with your toothbrush every night.”

A burst of laughter broke free and Mitch nudged him again, harder.

“So what’s the plan?”

He exhaled a slow breath. “I’m going to drive to Kate’s house and stay there until I get what I want.”

“Which is?”

“Alana.” He breathed her name and closed his eyes, letting the pussy-whipped sensation crash over him. “She’s all I want right now.”

“Well let’s go get her.”

Two hours later they pulled into Kate’s driveway. Mitch opened the passenger door and climbed out before the car stopped. Night had firmly set in, and the streets were quiet. Lights were on in the house but eleven o’clock was still pretty late to show up unannounced.

He pounced up the steps leading to the porch in one jump and knocked loud on the door. His heart hammered, thumping and pounding behind his rib cage. He couldn’t wait to see her, even if she greeted him with hostility. He would be patient. She deserved a thorough apology and if she didn’t accept his words, he would make sure he spent more time to convince her of his sincerity.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and he glanced over his shoulder to where Blake sat in the car with his arm resting on the driver’s side window frame. “Someone’s coming.”

Blake gave a thumbs-up and turned up the music, his subtle way of telling Mitch he wouldn’t listen in on their conversation. Not that Mitch cared. He wouldn’t hide his feelings for Alana again.

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