He’s stolen her heart, it’ll take luck to get it back.
“Do you have a reservation?” A man in a penguin suit asks from behind a podium. I glance over his shoulder, and the inside is formal with white linen and soft candles. It echoes one sentiment, romantic.
No Dylan. No Dylan. No Dylan. This chant isn’t working as images of his smile, his eyes and a low rate hum ensue. The one I get every time I think about him. Every time I see him. It happens more frequently. This will not help.
Before Asher married Jazz the three of us did everything together. Then our three became two. It felt odd without Asher at first. Over the past year, it became something we did. Every Saturday. Movies. Museums. Concerts.
Missing our third wheel this time alone feels intimate. And although our secret meetings aren’t really a secret we have never had a candlelight dinner. But this is the address he sent by text this morning.
“Ma’am.” His annoyed glare bores into me.
“Ah, Jameson, Dylan Jameson.” He scans a list under a reading lamp, my stomach’s in knots.
“Dylan, what are you doing?” I whisper searching the room for his familiar face.
“I want to celebrate your birthday.” His silky voice holds a challenge. I stumble back connecting with his chest.
“We shouldn’t.” Dylan steps closer planting his large hands on my hips.
“Of course we should.”
“Sir.” The suit insists.
“Give us a second.” Dylan turns me to face him as he scans my body from head to toe. A singe of heat accompanies his roaming appraisal of my black dress paired with silver heels.
“Yuki. Join me. Or I could celebrate your birthday alone.” I see his smile before his head falls.
“How do you plan to celebrate my birthday without me?” I punch him in the arm. “You don’t have to do this.” I glance again over his broad shoulders at the impatient suit.
“I know how important twenty-seven is to you.”
I don’t buy luck. However, on my seventh birthday, Momma adopted me. I graduated college at seventeen. Twenty-seven looks as promising as the others. This is the downside of knowing him for most of my life. There are very few secrets between us. I stare up into his blue eyes, and I shiver.
“We could dine upstairs,” he offers.
Taking a deep breath. Upstairs means fewer eyes, we would be alone. Alone, alone. But this is Dylan, we’ve spent time alone before. I roll my shoulders back and close the space between us.
“My penthouse suite.”
Can I have you?
“Not yet,” he says reading my mind. “But hold that thought.”
I nod recognizing the promise shining back at me.
“Come to me, baby.” Before I know it I’m out of the car and in his arms. He scoops me up, and my legs dangle his grip strong and sure. I cradle the back of his neck and snuggle close, placing a kiss there. His stubble tickles my lips.
“I missed you.” I thought it was me, but it’s Asher.
“Not more than I missed you.” The ache is thick, and I feel it to my bones.
His lips find mine. The strong hardness of his lips part mine urgent and sweet as his tongue dips inside. And like a force of nature the walls of our world erect, shielding us from the world. There’s no SOS job offer, endless questions about the state of my marriage. There is only Asher and I. And my weary soul melts. Taking what he offers with an open heart.
“Get a room!” A voice shouts.
I pull back and search his heated gaze. “I think we should take this to the house.”
He hoists me higher, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands cradle my butt. He carries me as if I weigh nothing. And I know he won’t let me fall. Ever.
Is this normal? This crazy, can’t breathe without you kind of love? It can’t be. It must be insanity. Who could live like this?
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