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I nodded. “Yeah. I will be.”
He kissed me again and held me, just as Mary Anne returned holding two coffee mugs in her hands.
“Oh.” Her eyebrows jumped. “Tyson. I thought you had a meeting.”
“I did.” His eyes narrowed and he shot her a look I didn’t fully understand. She turned to me.
She extended a coffee mug toward me but then pulled it back. “You two going somewhere? Blue and I were going to catch up.”
“Maybe another night, Mary Anne,” I said. “I’m sorry. I need to get some food and get home.”
Understanding flashed in her eyes. “Of course. Another day, then. Tyson must bring you to dinner soon.”
“I would love it.” I squeezed Tyson’s hand and looked up at him.
A worry line appeared between his brows and his smile was fake when he looked back at me. “Sometime soon. Definitely.”
A coolness permeated the air and left an awkward silence rippling in its wake.
“I should probably go.” Turning to Mary Anne, I lifted my hand in a wave. “It was wonderful to see you again.”
“You too, honey. And know that I’m praying for you and your family.”
Emotion clogged my throat as she set down the coffee mugs and walked toward me. She pressed her lips to my cheek and squeezed my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I managed to choke out.
“I’ll walk you out,” Tyson said when Mary Anne pulled back from me. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Take your time.” She smiled again, and I blew her a kiss as Tyson pulled me out of the office and to my car.
“I’m sorry about this,” Tyson said. His voice still carried the lingering tension from his conversation with the other man, as if he hadn’t fully been able to calm down yet. “There’s a lot of shit going on right now that I need to focus on.”
“I understand,” I told him. I did. Work sometimes had to come first. To prove it to him, I rolled to my toes and pressed my lips against his. “I knew you were busy, and you’re just getting on your feet here, too. I just thought I’d take the chance to see you while I was close.”
The edges of his lips tilted up into a smile. “I’m glad you did.”
“I missed you this morning,” I whispered. “I missed you all day.”
His hands cupped the sides of my neck and he leaned down to brush his lips against mine. “I miss you all the time.”
“Tyson,” I whispered, shuddering beneath his soft touch.
“I know. I feel it too.” He pulled back so I could see in his eyes that he was not lying. His pupils were larger, the blue surrounding them dark as stormy nights. “Later, I’ll show you how much.”
My body gave another shiver of anticipation.
“Sounds good.”
“Go on.” He stepped back and dropped his hand from my neck before opening the door to my car. “Go do what you need to do and I’ll see you later.”
“Bye,” I said, lifting my hand. As I pulled out, Tyson watched me, arms crossed over his chest, a pensive look on his face mixed with the desire he still held for me shining bright in his eyes.
Chapter 17
Unable to curb my increasing hunger and not wanting to wait until I got home, I decided to stop by Fireside and grab something to eat quickly before heading to the house. My phone was still silent, which meant there was no new news to report on my mom. While I wanted to see her, I also wasn’t sure I could handle another evening like last night.
The Fireside Grill felt just as warm and inviting as it did the night when I met Tyson there. There weren’t many customers, just a few families and couples eating in the dining area, but the bar area was much busier. Forgoing a seat in the dining area, I headed straight for a stool at the bar, where I had to wait while a tall, young, and lanky man filled a pitcher of what looked like margarita and slid it to a petite and pretty brunette at the other end.
