Page 15 of Touchdown
I stared at her, flustered. “That proves nothing.”Right?
Her grin only grew. “Oh, it proves plenty. He’s territorial, just like Cole was when we started dating.”
There were many similarities in how Saxon was acting, but I refused to assume they meant anything.
Missy snickered. “Saxon doesn’t even have to say anything. His glare does all the talking.”
Lorna laughed softly and rubbed her belly again. “Poor Ivy. Caught up with another broody Nighthawk who doesn’t believe in playing it cool.”
“I’m not stuck with anyone,” I protested, but my voice lacked conviction.
“Of course not,” Missy said, far too innocently.
I tossed her a look in the mirror. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Maybe.” She winked. “But watching him mark his territory was the highlight of my day.”
I groaned and ducked my head, sweeping stray clippings off the floor to hide my burning cheeks. Their laughter filled the salon, warm and familiar, and I couldn’t help smiling—even as I muttered, “You’re all ridiculous.”
Lorna leaned her hip against the counter beside me. “You’re blushing because you know we’re right.”
I glanced at her reflection. “He’s impossible.”
Her grin softened. “Yeah, they all are.”
I didn’t answer. Because the truth was, she was right. Saxon was possessive and over-the-top in ways that should’ve irritated me. But every time his name popped up on my phone, or he showed up to drive me home, I melted a little more.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, but my focus was shot. Every time my phone buzzed with a new appointment reminder or product alert, my heart leaped like it was waiting for his name to pop up instead.
When my last client of the day left, I started wiping down my chair, telling myself I wasn’t checking my phone every thirty seconds.
At least not until it buzzed again with a text from him.
Saxon
What time should I pick you up?
I laughed softly before typing my reply.
Me
Can you be here in thirty minutes? I just need to check a delivery before I leave.
Saxon
I’ll be there in fifteen.
Of course he would. The man lived in Manhattan but had spent every day this week in Long Island. And he’d never given me a straight answer about why he just so happened to always be heading back home just when I got off work, so I stopped asking. But that didn’t mean I quit giving him a hard time about other stuff.
Me
Are you going to behave?
It took him a minute to answer, and I could almost picture him smirking as he typed.
Saxon
I have no idea what you mean…
