Page 69 of Resisting Fate
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Missy at the church bazaar, selling him a sweater, all smart-mouthed fun. That mouth, those sexy plump lips.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Missy in a clingy black dress at theFierce Lovingwrap party, casually asking if he wanted to get laid. “An itch you need to scratch once in a while, right?” His finger hovered over the delete key, remembering the warm inviting look in her brown eyes. He’d thought the casual-sex thing was perfect, but then it turned into something more, and now it wasover.
Delete! Delete! Delete!
He slammed the laptop closed, memories of Missy flashing through his brain—elf Missy, naked and primal Missy, buttoned-up professional Missy, soft Missy. He missed that Missy most of all, soft and tender. Undone by him.
He straightened. Wait a minute. That was all he needed to do. Some gesture that made her come undone, that showed her how much he loved her. His mind boggled for a moment. He did love her. Why else would he feel like he’d lost a part of himself when he’d lost her? He’d do something to show her she could trust him to come through. She’d understand she didn’t have to deal with every fucking thing in life on her own. He helped the people he was close to. It was an essential part of him. She had to understand he helped because he loved.
He stood, pulling his jacket on, determined to get through to Missy. He stopped. What was he going to do, show up at her apartment? No. The Harper family. Missy would be going there tomorrow for Christmas Eve. She wanted to bring the Harpers a special Christmas celebration, and he’d help too, showing Missy they could be a great team if she’d just let him in. He pulled out his phone, searching for their address, but it wasn’t listed anywhere. No problem. He knew they went to the same church as his grandmother. He’d get the info from her. He fired off a quick text to Logan, saying he’d be back in a couple of hours. He headed out the door, hope giving him an extra burst of energy.
By the time he got back to the office, it was hours later because he’d gotten hung up at his grandmother’s house. She’d insisted on feeding him lunch and also gave him the third degree, asking if he was taking good care of himself, eating right, exercising, getting enough sleep, blah, blah, blah. He did his best to reassure her, but she seemed to know something was off with him. In any case, she’d been very helpful about the Harpers. After hearing their situation, he understood exactly why Missy was taking their cause so personally.
He just hoped his gesture didn’t blow up in his face. With Missy, sometimes good intentions weren’t enough. She had to believe deep down that he meant it.
