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The voice makes me jump. Garrett straightens up, his eyes going to the guard and back to me.
“Oh, yeah, thanks Joe, it’s okay. I know who this is.”
Garrett’s brow lifts. Ass. Joe double checks, gives Garrett the stink eye, then heads back to his post.
I want to ask what he is doing here, but that’s a pointless question.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Surveillance expert, remember?”
“Have you been spying on me?” I take an angry step toward him.
“No. When I stopped at Baton Rouge, figured I should find out where I was going to end up.”
“You rode all the way here?”
“Couldn’t leave my bike.”
Are we really having this mundane conversation? My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I take in his features. A face I’ve traced so many times inside my head, memories of the few times it happened in real life.
He’s wearing his leather jacket over a white T-shirt. He can still fill out those jeans, enough I have to take a few breaths to control the reaction my body has.
The whole time I check him out, Garrett remains quiet, watching me. I can’t believe he rode his bike here. Well, he’s by my car, so I need to go over there. Which I do. All the while watching him. He glances at the site behind me, his gaze contemplative.
“You didn’t drive all this way to stare at me, did you?”
“Maybe,” he puts his gloves on the bike seat and takes a few steps toward me. “It’s been a while since I saw your face. I thought we agreed on a day to think about it.”
“No, you said it, I didn’t agree.” I walk to the car, feeling around in my pocket for the keys.
“Semantics,” he moves in behind me.
I have no choice but to turn around. Garrett backs me up against the car. What does he think he’s doing? He can’t come here and crowd me like this. He puts one hand on the roof of the car at the side of my head, the other hovers near my hip, but he doesn’t touch me, with either hand.
He’s in my space and the scent of him is all around me. Memories assault me as emotions swirl to the surface. It’s been over a month since I saw him and yet he still does something to me. My breath is erratic as I lock eyes with him.
The cocky ass knows what he’s doing to me. Even if I tell myself not to let it happen, my body isn’t listening. In fact, it’s arching toward him.
“Calliope,” he breathes my full name, and goosebumps scatter across my skin. “I’m done waiting.”
“You don’t get-”
I’m cut off by his lips crashing down on mine. His hand grips the back of my head, making it impossible to pull away. I don’t want to. I grab his waist and pull him flush against me, our tongues tangling, teeth clashing.
A fleeting thought of Joe watching enters my head, but it flies right back out when Garrett presses against my stomach.
He pulls back before I’m ready to let go but his grip on me stops me falling forward.
“I don’t get to what?” he smirks.
I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten my name right now. And all he did was kiss me.
“The last month has been fucking hell,” he murmurs. “I kept telling myself you need this. I’ve never wanted you to give up on your dream. But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t come here and tell you that you can have both.”
“Both of what?”
“This,” he tilts his head back toward the site, then runs his finger over my lower lip, gently dragging down the center of my chin, gliding down my neck.
