Page 69 of His to Love
“Thank you,” I whispered, emotion thickening my voice.
That was one of the things I loved about being around Tyson and his family. They were quick to show affection and compassion. Feeling it and hearing it then left me trembling. I’d gone all day without crying, without thinking of the conversation with my mom last night. I didn’t want to lose it now. Sensing my distress, Mary Anne patted my hand before stepping away.
“How do you take your coffee?”
“Just black, please.”
“Very well.” She gave me a gentle smile as I sat on the small couch. “I’ll be just a minute and then we’ll have some girl time.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as she walked away. Once she was gone, I took my phone out of my purse and let out a relieved breath when I saw that I hadn’t missed any calls. No news from anyone was good news as far as I was concerned.
I did a quick check of my email and was sliding my phone back into my purse when two angry male voices came from down a hallway in front of me. My head instantly perked up as they came closer and I recognized one of the voices.
“This shit gets tied up and soon,” one of the men snapped.
“I tried to warn you.” Tyson’s voice echoed. He sounded furious and I rolled my shoulders back, affected by his emotion even though it was not directed at me. I couldn’t even see him.
“Get her under control. We need more information.”
“She doesn’t know anything.”
The voices grew louder as the two men stepped into the lobby. Both of them were formidable in their matching black suits. Tyson’s black hair was slicked back and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. The other man’s stance was equally intimidating. They looked like equals, although the man I didn’t know was older, with his dark brown hair dotted with light gray at the temples. His jaw tightened and he leaned forward, hissing, “This case will be wrapped by the weekend. Do your part.”
I jolted from the fury rolling off him. The slight movement caught Tyson’s attention, and his jaw locked and his head snapped toward me.
“Blue?” he asked, clearly shocked to see me. “What are you doing here?”
The other man seemed to be forgotten for a moment as Tyson moved to step around him.
But the man’s arm reached out and snagged Tyson’s biceps. “Finish this,” he sneered.
Tyson barely spared him a glance and shook him off.
“Blackwell.”
“I’m on it,” Tyson said, waving him off. “See you Saturday.”
Dismissed, the angry older man stomped passed him, slashing me with a chilling glare as he passed. He threw open the door to the main entrance and disappeared.
“Who was that?” I asked, surprised by my breathless tone.
Tyson’s hands relaxed and then balled into fists again as he took another step toward me. He shook his head, as if clearing his mind, and sighed. “An angry client, that’s all.”
I could still see the tension and the anger hardening his features but they relaxed when he joined me on the couch. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, but I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d stop by. I know you’re working late but I was wondering if you could take a quick dinner break.”
He dropped his head and with one hand, reached out to cover mine in my lap. “I’ve got some things I have to finish up tonight. Can you wait an hour?”
I shook my head. “I need to get home.”
He leaned forward and cupped my cheek, brushing his lips again mine. This kiss was quick and unexpected, but the simmering warmth that rippled through my veins when his lips were on mine wasn’t. I always had that reaction when Tyson kissed me.
“What if I come to your place later tonight and bring you some ice cream?”
I laughed against his lips. “That sounds really good.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
