Catch - Deborah Bladon Page 0,46
drop.”
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Two hours later, I’m staring at the lights of midtown Manhattan. I’ve taken a handful of pictures and sent them to Arietta. When she texted me back to thank me, she told me the views look breathtaking.
They are. Not one is more impressive than Keats, though.
He’s a beautiful man.
I feel him as he inches up next to me. “A hundred for your thoughts.”
“That’s a penny.” I laugh.
“Your thoughts are worth more than anyone else’s.”
I almost reach up to grab my chest to stop my heart from beating so hard.
“Are you having fun?” he questions.
“I am,” I admit.
We weren’t seated near the Newmans during dinner, but we did get into a spirited discussion about baseball with one of Fletcher’s uncles.
Keats did most of the talking, but I stepped in to shut the overly confident uncle down when I corrected him on the stats he was spewing out about his favorite player.
His eyes widened almost as large as Keats.
Since the other player is a client of my boss, I knew his record. I’ve spent a lot of time this past week studying our clients.
Our clients.
Our.
I like the sound of that.
“We should take a stab at some time with the happy couple.” Keats gestures to where the Newmans are standing with two people.
“Let’s give them a few more minutes to finish that conversation.”
Keats nods. “That’s extra time with our future client.”
I glance over his shoulder to see Fletcher on the approach. “How did you know he was coming our way?”
“Intuition.”
I look behind me and find a large mirror in a gold frame. “You’re good.”
Keats leans closer, dropping his voice to a low tone. “You have no fucking idea.”
Desire pulses through me. It’s not just from the words. It’s from the proximity of his body to mine. I stare into his eyes, wanting to tell him that I need to know. I have to know what it’s like to kiss him, to touch him. I want to be in his bed.
“You swore,” I manage to say.
He perks a brow as his gaze drops to my lips.
“Keats.” Fletcher slaps him on the shoulder. “Look at this view, man.”
Keats keeps his eyes trained on my face. “I am. It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?”
Chapter 34
Keats
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to kiss Maren Weber right now.
I’d trade a lifetime of deals with every elite athlete on the planet for a taste of her ruby red lips.
Her eyelids flutter shut as I breathe a path over her neck before I turn my attention to Fletcher because the kid’s fingers are tap-dancing over my shoulder.
“Your folks are damn lucky to have a son like you.” I lay the praise on thick because I want out of here and into Maren’s bed.
Or my bed since that damn dog is living with her.
“Do you want kids?” He blurts out that million dollar question in front of a woman I want to have sex with.
Maren coughs.
I almost choke.
“My folks only had me,” he goes on. “I think in ten or twenty years when I’m ready to have a family, I’ll opt for two.”
“I’m an only child too,” Maren pipes up. “It has its advantages.”
Fletcher moves around me to get closer to her. “You don’t have any siblings?”
She shakes her head. “Just me.”
I stare at her profile as the curtain of red hair on her head moves when she talks. It’s always curly. I fucking love that. It gives her a carefree look that makes me imagine her in a field of long green grass running toward me. I’d wrap my arms around her and spin her in the air before I lower her down and place a tender kiss on her lips.
What the actual fuck am I daydreaming about?
“Keats?” Fletcher shakes my shoulder. “What about you? Do you have siblings?”
I nod. “Sure.”
I look to Maren to help me answer because all the blood in my body is rushing to my dick.
“Keats has a brother and a sister.”
I thank her with a smile.
“What do they do?” Fletcher turns back to me. “Is your brother in sports?”
“He can’t even bowl a strike to save his fucking life.” I laugh.
Fletcher joins in, as does Maren before she offers a reminder. “That’s another hundred dollars to the fund, Keats.”
“You guys remind me of my folks.” Fletcher looks out at the lights of Manhattan. “You’re a solid team.”
“That we are.” Keats smiles at me. “That we are.”
***
“See that building over there.” Fletcher points a finger in the distance. “It has a hidden tunnel system beneath