Page 104 of Lucky Laces
His fingers tighten, mouth opening again.
But I’m on too much of a roll to stop.
“You could hurt me so much more than Jason did, and that asshole cheated on me.”A beat.“With multiple women.And he never picked up his socks or made a meal or did the dishes if I cooked.You’re wonderful, and you’ve taken care of me more in a few weeks than anyone has since Grams died.”
His eyes go soft.
“And I like that.So much.”
“I like it too.”
The soft words slow my rant, at least a little bit, and my next words involve less shouting and more…talking.“And because of all that, I’m falling for you and those feelings might mean we both lose our jobs?—”
“Well, that last part—at least—I can reassure you about.”
Thirty-Four
Hudson
We jumpand I whip my head around, seeing that our private chat in the hallway has become not private.
Verynotprivate.
Standing in the mouth of it is Jean-Michel.
And behind him, tucked slightly behind him—where he can keep her safe—is his fiancée, Tiff.
Behind them are Chrissy and Rome, King and Rory, Cam and Attie, and West and Jo.
Right.
Very,verynot private.
I grind my teeth together and glare at them.“Do you mind?”
“No,” King drawls, earning him a smack from Rory.
“We definitely don’t mind,” Cam says on a smirk and Attie shakes her head.
“I actually have a few questions—ow!” West shuts up when Jo elbows him in the ribs.
Rome opens his mouth as I’m seriously considering how many years I might get for committing murder in front of an FBI agent.
Considering Attie likes the guys, probably a lot.
Before Rome can let loose whatever snark he’s got stored up, Chrissy speaks, her tone gentle but firm as she loops her arm through Rome’s.“We’re giving them privacy.”A beat.“Now.”
Thankfully, that prompts the group to go—except Jean-Michel and Tiff—and they do it expediently.
Mostly because no one can argue with her.
Not because she’s Jean-Michel’s daughter, not even because she’s pregnant.
But because she’s nice and went through hell and doesn’t often pull rank.
“Come on, honey,” Tiff says quietly to Jean-Michel when the rest have gone, tugging at his arm.
He rotates to face her and leans close, cupping her jaw with his free hand and pressing his lips to her forehead.“I’ll be right behind you.”
