The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

“Well.” He frowns as he considers the question. “Do you want the politically correct version?” “No. I want the truth.” “Right . . . well, in that case, I noticed your long legs and the curve of your neck. The dimple in your chin. You are the most attractive woman I’ve seen in a long time, and when you smiled, it brought me to my feet.” I smile softly as the air swirls between us. “And then you spoke . . . and ruined everything.” What? I burst out laughing.

“Dump him,” he fires back. “What?” I croak. “You heard me. Dump him.” He reaches for me. I step back to create distance between us. “Are you crazy?” “Maybe.” “I can’t dump a boyfriend for one night of sex.” “Yes. You can.” “Jameson.” I drag my hands through my hair. “Have you completely lost your mind?” “Quite possibly.” He hands me a business card. “Call me, and I’ll come and get you.”

“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.” I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper. “Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

Hmm, I’m totally crushing on the wrong brother . . . my one is an asshole.

“I want you, and you want me. What else is there?”

“But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.”

“Have you ever been so physically attracted to someone that you lose the ability to think around them?”

Sadly no.

“What the fuck? You don’t actually get Uber Eats, do you?” he asks, horrified. “All the time.” I shrug. “Are you serious?” he stammers. “You actually give strangers access to your food?” “They’re delivery drivers. Why wouldn’t I?” “They see a meal for one. Put some Rohypnol into your food, wait for half an hour until they know you’ve eaten it and are unconscious, and then come back, break in, and take advantage of your body.” He dusts his hands in front of him. “Boom, easiest crime in history.”

I’m dead 😂😂😂

“You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.” He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.” “What?” I smirk. He reaches over and cups my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts over my bottom lip. “I never asked for your number.”

in. Just thought I should warn you.” God . . . she’s so refreshingly normal. When has a woman ever called me to tell me she bought new sneakers?

He chuckles as he takes me in his arms. “Jealous?” “Yes, I am, actually. I don’t like other women looking at you. It makes me stabby,” I snap as I stir the sauce. “Cut it out with the sexy smiling around other women too.”

“Meaning that my woman is my world.”

“I work hard . . . but I love harder.”

“I’m in love with you, Emily Foster.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. His tongue swipes through my open lips with such emotion that I get a lump in my throat. “I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”

Her love is a light . . . my light. “Jay,” she murmurs as she runs her fingers through my stubble. Her eyes search mine. “Yeah, baby?” “Can we come back here next weekend?” she asks hopefully. “Really?” I whisper. She nods with a soft smile. “I love this old house.” I smirk. If the truth be known, I’m kind of keen on it myself. “Maybe.” She snuggles against my chest. I feel her relax in my arms, and after a while, the gentle pattern of her breathing notifies me that she’s drifted off to sleep. I inhale deeply into her hair and smile as I watch the fire. This is it. I can stop searching. I’ve found her.

“I came up to see if you wanted to go out to lunch today.” I smile softly. I love this woman—not an inch of insecurity. “I do. Meet you in the foyer at one.”

“Being in love is like being on a deserted island, Jameson. You focus on them and them only, and you make everything else fit around that person.”

Fuck this. I’m going to try, and if I can’t make it work, I will leave Miles Media. I’m getting my girl back. She comes first.