Page 139 of His White Moonlight
“Ihavebeen waiting.Foryears.”
“For you, it’s been twelve years, but for me, it’s been seven days.Stop trying to force me, Bennett.”
He exhaled heavily, closed his eyes, and touched his forehead to mine.
“I’m trying not to.”
He released me and withdrew a set of keys from his pocket.
“Are you driving, or am I?”he asked.
“You should, or I’ll murder us both.”
I was still simmering when we reached the office.Miranda took one look at me and followed us to my desk.
“Do we need an early lunch?Or a shopping excursion, maybe?”
Bennett paused on his way to the office.
“She needs something for the charity auction dinner this weekend.”
“Shewhat?”Miranda turned on me.“Do not tell me you were planning to purchase something off the rack for that.”
“I’m not going.”
Bennett made a call on speaker.
“How is the progress on the apartment?”he asked as soon as someone answered.
“The soundproofing is almost finished.After that, drywall will go up.I sent a few ideas to your email that I’ll need an answer to by the end of the day tomorrow.After that, it’s finishing work.I’ll have another email about that on Monday.”
“Thanks.”
Bennett hung up and smiled at me.There was nothing funny about it, though.It screamed “man on the edge.”
"I think Miranda and I will take an early lunch to shop for a dress.”
“Do you honestly think we’re going to find what you need in an hour?”
I saw an opportunity and ran with it.“How much time do we need?All day?”
She looked at Bennett.“How much time can we take off?”
His gaze never left mine.“If I give you today, I want your word we’ll stay for the entire auction.”
“How long is the auction?”
“Four hours.Plus the drive there and back.Together, not separate.”
“Plus two drinks.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
I grabbed my purse and would have walked away, but Miranda stopped me.
“I think you’re forgetting something.”
