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Whoa. That was polite? I wonder what rude looks like...but
“Uh, did you just growl at me?” I blink, trying not to snicker.
Okay, yeah, my broken heel is hilarious. It’s easy to laugh it up when these boots aren’t made for walkin’ anymore.
I wonder if Paige can drive me up to Wisconsin to see if any farms need help. If I could fix my parents’ mess, I’d even be willing to take my chances with a hot Marine and a serial killer rodeo clown.
Magnus: Come to my office. Now. Seriously? He can’t just open the door and talk to me like a normal person? Sighing, I stomp over and tap on the door. “Get in!” Get in? What the actual hell? Is that even a command for entering a room?
“Would you like coffee as well?” Sabrina reclines in her overstuffed leather chair. “Yes, please. If you could put it in an IV that would be perfect.”
Wow. What else does she have in that thing? Heron’s soul?
The waitress comes up. “Are you ready to order?” “I am. If he’s not, he can starve—”
I’ll never comprehend your superstitions, but the conference organizers have assured me there’ll be no black cats, tumbling salt shakers, or broken mirrors on the premises.
tumbling salt shakers
As for the Godzilla conference or whatever, what about ladders in walking paths, thirteenth floors, and indoor umbrellas? I’m not taking chances.
None of Paige’s research turned up any major scandal. I’m beginning to hope she never takes a job as a researcher.
What a ray of sunshine...but I guess it’s something that he’s not hurling lightning bolts?
I swear, they treat this thing like Fort Knox, and I can’t fathom why. I’m sure politicians would kill for this level of loyal secrecy.
rampaging grumpasaurus
Maybe some holiday time off with eggnog would help your holly jolly memory.
We always land our clients huge government contracts. You should know that, and you’ll thank me someday when you’re being lauded for your service as an undercover agent. I’m sure I’ll be disappointed to lose you to the CIA, but I’ll manage, Miss Bond.
“Such a shame. I’m grabbing dessert.”
i love how she’s like “aw so sad. anyways food!!”
“Did I hear you say you’d like to see more of Phoenix, Miss Bristol?” I nod, wondering what protocol I’ve broken now. “Want to skip the rest and go for a desert cruise?” he asks. I smile. “Really? You mean, the whole team?” “Just us.”
ugh i’m deceased
“You’re into tie-dye? Do you also have a crystal healing habit I didn’t know about?”
I shrug. “Snacks. Just a few light things I had packed. Come on.”
this man😩
“I know, but we were so close to Hollywood in L.A. I wish I could’ve seen the stars.” “Like who?” I ask. “No, not actors. Like the ones on the ground.” “Oh—the Avenue of Stars,” I say. Mental note: Next time we’re in L.A., make sure there’s time for a Hollywood trip.
guys😭😭😭😭
For what feels like a minute, I’m rooted to the ground, standing there like a lunk who’s forgotten how to walk. All because the Arizona sun turns Sabrina Bristol into a work of art. Passion. Music. Soul. She’s an angel cast in rusted light and shadows that contrast far too brilliantly with her mahogany hair and a smile that could rob a man blind.
Screw resisting. Screw her worries, too. Before I can stop myself, I reach out and grab her, pulling that lithe body into my lap. I bend my head, facing her lips. She doesn’t complain. In fact, she sighs. And every muscle in my body hardens. “Save it for another time,” I whisper. “We’ll talk about it, I promise, but right now, we can’t save this magnificent sunset.” “Oh.” One word, and not even that, just a hot sigh pouring out of her, cascading against my mouth from the sliver of space left between us.
This woman will end me, and I’ll die smiling at her beauty.
unholy jagoff.
Every time a new request comes in, it’s hard not to chuck my phone through the nearest window. Miss Bristol, please pick up my dry cleaning. Miss Bristol, make another coffee run. Miss Bristol, I’ll need you here on Saturday and Sunday. I’m waiting for the one that says, Miss Bristol, could you kindly adjust the Earth’s tilt?
“Save me from what? I was having a good time.” “Of course you were. People in the morgue are livelier,” I tell her.
What’s our score again? It must be something like: Unpredictable Sexy Boss McGrump: 10. Girl who gets her heart kicked around: 0.
“Are you upset with me?” “Does a porcupine have quills?” I snap.
He chuckles and kisses my hair again. “Good night, sweetheart.” Aaand I’m melting.
me too
“Damn, she told you,” Jordan says, smirking, amusement in his voice. Lovely. They’re double-teaming me. I side-eye the kid and look at Sabrina again. “Where are you going?” I yell after her. “Outside to wait on Armstrong,” she says. “Where else?” “Brina, wait, don’t—” I start. “Miss Bristol,” she says, sharp as a knife. “Doghouse!” Jordan quips behind me.
bahaa
“Hey, there. Have you eaten today?” I call out. I know I’ve asked the wrong thing when he growls and bangs his head on the wall. “Jeez, lady! Not you too.”
“Jeez. It’s not even a ten-year difference. You just get to drink and drive. Uh, hopefully not together.”
“I’ve got plenty of both. I’m not really working while you’re here and we’re waiting on your mom to wake up,” I say. Jordan looks at Brina skeptically. “He’s making me do his job,” she says with a sassy face. “Big shoes to fill, but I’ll do it with heels.”
I’m that addicted to Sabrina Bristol.
Damn. The girl has a mind like a steel trap.
She’s fine. I’m not.
Her writer brain has me kidnapped by an evil mafia group or something, or maybe I’m in a coma waiting for a kiss from Prince Charming.”
“Armstrong, honest question...do you think Brina and I were good together?” “Your personal life’s none of my concern, boss.” “Sure, but did you?” I sigh. “Give me the truth. I won’t chew your head off, I swear.” “Sir, I thought you were lucky she gave you the time of day.” His voice softens.
“Sabrina, I need you to be mine in a way I’ve never needed anything else. Not money, not success, not fame, and not any damn coffee. I’d surrender it all in a heartbeat for you.”
“I love you, Sabrina. I know I fucked up. Living without you has been hell. I won’t ruin this again.” His chest heaves and I stumble back, physically stunned. Holy shit. The L-word? But I can see it in his eyes. I know he’s not faking it. I see, right then, how much I mean to Magnus Heron.
I grab her arm. “They’re deck shoes.” “Deck shoes?” “Anchor shoes.” I tell her. “Anchor shoes?” God. This woman might just slay me yet.
“Brina. I bought the ring the day I won you back, over a month ago. I knew you were mine, my forever, ever since you wouldn’t get off my bench.”
And just like that, my Brina is destined to be mine, forever.
An entire lifetime with this woman and ten babies won’t be enough.
“I love you,” I whisper. “A little more with every breath.”
