My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,45

the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “Miss me a little?”

I drag in a ragged breath. “I’m going to miss you a lot.”

“Me, too.” He pulls out of me and carefully sets me back on my feet. Jonas gives me one last kiss and steps back. “Drive safe.”

I adjust my clothing, taking too long while I fight down the absurd urge to cry. “I will.”

I make it to the door when his voice stops me. “Baby girl.” I glance over my shoulder to find him watching me. “You’ll figure out the business stuff. Give yourself a little grace and trust your instincts.”

Damn it, now I really am going to cry. “Goodbye, Jonas.”

“Bye, Blake.”

It’s over for real.

23

The next week passes in a blur. I decide to take Jonas’s advice to heart and put my all into doing things my way. Or maybe I just keep myself busy to avoid going back to my empty apartment and the onslaught of memories from last weekend. The inside of my head is a messy place right now, and I can’t begin to count how many times I pick up my phone to text Jonas and then put it back down again. He gave me the weekend. Wanting more is greedy and unfair. It’s better to let things end now, while they’re good, than to continue to throw myself at him and force him to reject me. Again.

Instead, I throw myself into work.

My first priority is getting the Henderson account figured out. It takes two very, very long days to find an architect who will fit their vision and has availability. Grace Ramsey. She’s up-and-coming in the field and hungry to make her name. With the connections the Hendersons have, it could mean a lot of steady work for her. Convincing them to give her a shot takes another two days and countless phone calls while I patiently explain that Jonas is not available and I have the utmost faith that my pick will meet all their needs. On Friday, I get them all into a room together, and she works her magic. By the end of the meeting, they are convinced Grace walks on water and have completely forgotten than Jonas exists.

I wish I could forget him as easily.

I think about him so much, when he actually walks through my office door late Friday afternoon, I’m sure I’m hallucinating him. I stare blankly as Jonas knocks on the doorframe. “Can I come in?”

He looks good. Really good. He’s wearing jeans and one of those knitted fisherman’s sweaters that I eyed in his closet less than a week ago. I blink, but he doesn’t disappear. “Are you actually here?”

“Yeah.” His lips curve. “I’m actually here.”

I can’t move. It’s like my body has turned into a statue and fused me to my office chair. “If you changed your mind about the Henderson account, it’s too late. I already found them an architect.”

At that, he gives me a real smile. “I knew you would.”

I have no business letting his words warm me straight through. Not when I still don’t understand what’s going on. “But… Why are you here?”

“Can I come in?” he asks again.

“Yes.” I motion him forward. “Shut the door, please.” Most everyone in the office has already gone home, but there’s no reason to risk having whatever this is get brought into office gossip. Not when I don’t understand why Jonas is here.

He shuts the door and leans against it, making no move to approach. “I spent this week thinking.”

“Okay.” It’s like all my nerves spring to life at once and suddenly I can’t sit still. I push to my feet. “What’s that have to do with me?”

“I had a good time last weekend.” He’s watching me closely. “I think you did, too.”

My face feels like it’s on fire, but I manage a droll response. “I can’t imagine what gave you that idea? It’s not like I lost count of how many orgasms you gave me or anything.”

He pushes off the door and takes a step toward me. “It was more than just fucking. There’s a connection there.”

“A connection.” So he felt it, too. I swallow hard. “What are you saying?”

“I’m fucking this up.” He drags a hand over his face and gives a rough laugh. “Let me try again.” Jonas holds my gaze. “I like you a whole hell of a lot, Blake. Not just the sex, though I like that a whole hell of a lot, too.”

Holy shit, this is happening. “I