Page 47 of Hate to Crave You
And it was, he knew it. Still, he didn’t hang up the phone. “If you can be discreet and avoid mixing pleasure and business, then yes…we can call a truce.”
She didn’t respond at first.
In fact, her silence stretched out so long that he prodded her with, “Well?”
“I think you should admit that you missed me first,” she said, her tone light, almost teasing.
“You want me to admit that I missed you.”
“Well, I thought about telling you that you should crawl and beg for forgiveness after the way you acted on the elevator, but that’s not in my makeup. Tell me you missed me and that will be good enough.”
As soon as she mentioned the elevator, the urge to apologize did leap to his lips, but he bit it back. They were calling a truce. That was good enough.
Still staring at the house, he brooded in silence briefly, then said, “I’ve got a better idea. I’ll show you. Meet me at my place?”
“I’d rather you come to mine.”
He didn’t bother asking why. She might not trust him not to pull another stunt, and he wasn’t sure he could blame her. “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit. I’ve got a stop to make first.”
