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“I walked on the beach with you. That was… nice.”
I nodded. Kir was a sweetheart. “Did you ever want to slow down?”
“Not really. Do you ever want to do anything that gets your heart thumping?”
I thought he was strong, smart, and capable and shouldn’t need adrenaline rushes. “Jet skiing and water tubing are on my dream list, but that’s probably as far as I go with sports adventures.”
His lips curved higher. “Well, if sports are reckless, then I’m the edgiest guy you’ll ever meet.”
Good—he was happier. I finished my coffee. “There you go. We’ll keep our sports mild.” I imagined him mentioning the bed. I shook my head and rushed to add a mundane question. “Do you have any sports injuries?”
He showed me his arm slash. “This is from hockey.”
“That must have hurt.”
He then showed me his calf and two scars. “This is from running with the bulls in Spain.”
Horns. Damn. I brushed his leg. “How close were you?”
He lowered his leg, and I sat back up. Then he took off his shirt and showed me his rib cage. “Near the front. And this is from a shark bite I told you about in South Africa.”
And his mother probably wanted to kill him. My heart sped up. “Oh my God. You lied to me.”
He lowered his shirt. “What do you mean?”
I met his gaze. “You said you weren’t hurt at all and were perfectly safe in that dive tank.”
“You seemed worried enough without seeing this.”
I stood. “Try not to kill yourself while I change into yesterday’s clothes.”
At work, it was going to be clear I hadn’t gone home. I returned to my room and opened the closet where I’d hung my clothes. While we were eating, more suits had arrived, and they were Valentino and Prada. I sighed and slipped on a black Valentino power suit that was softer than my no-name brands.
In boxes at the bottom, I found new Jimmy Choos. These gifts were unexpected and awesome. As I came out, I felt like a million dollars. I strutted down the hall like I belonged there. Kir was dressed in navy blue pants that hugged his sexy backside.
I shook my head, trying not to look. “Are you ready?” I touched my soft black skirt. “Did you spring for a new outfit?”
He winked at me. “My girlfriend will only be couture.”
He offered his arm, and I patted his muscle under the white shirt. “Thank your ex for me.”
He held the door for me and asked, “Why?”
I smiled. “She clearly let go of one of the best.”
Neither of us said anything as we left his condo building. The staff stood at attention when we passed. The limo driver said hello, and we did the same. As we slipped into the car, my phone beeped.
Kir asked, “Did your sister just call?”
I read the message. “Texted. She can’t talk. She has her first treatment today.” I wrote, Good luck.
Kir said, “Tell her I’m rooting for her,” so I added that.
She sent a heart emoji.
I tucked my phone back in my new Bvlgari handbag. “She knows. I’m ready now.”
The driver took off, and Kir placed his hand on mine. “So, you’re okay with the blog?”
