Page 66 of Objection to Love
She laughed, shoving him slightly. “I just found someone I prefer being married to more than my job—” She cut off, mortification bringing heat into her cheeks. “That’s not quite what I meant—”
“Don’t worry, September.” He grabbed her back to him, pressing another tingling kiss to her lips. “I’d prefer being married to you over your job, too.”
Surprised laughter burst from her. “Come on, you jerk. Let’s go.”
Chapter 23
Em
Despitethestressfromher upcoming trial, Em’s week had been one of the best she’d had pretty much ever. Garrett didn’t even make fun of her when she didn’t call for him to pick her up until nine-thirty at night on Friday, which was just the cherry on top.
“Want to watch a movie tonight?” he asked, grabbing her hand and kissing it before holding it loosely over the console. Em’s stomach flipped a few times.
“Depends.”
“On what?” He glanced at her then returned his gaze to the road.
“How much movie watching I’ll actually be expected to do.” Her lips pulled to the side, trying to hold in her smile.
He didn’t even attempt to control his as he kissed her hand again. “Well, it would make good background noise.”
They pulled up to a red light and stopped, and he looked at her more fully.
“What?” she asked under his pointed look.
“How do you still look likethatafter a fourteen-hour work day?”
“I will happily answer your question once I know if you’re saying I look good or bad.”
He chuckled. “Good. Very good.” Then, with a glance at the still-red light, he cupped the back of her head and brought her toward him, capturing her lower lip in a too-short kiss. He pulled back and started driving again. The light had changed.
Ignoring the desire to tell him to pull over and kiss her again, she changed the subject. “How is your work going? I’m sorry to make you drive out here twice in one day.”
“It’s no problem. Well worth the drive, I’d say.” He winked at her. “But work is great. This team is capable and efficient, which is a great combination. The job is well ahead of schedule. I think we’ll finish about a month early.”
Something occurred to Em then, which caused her stomach to drop a little. “What do you do when the job is finished?”
Garrett shrugged. “Start the next one. I’m contracted through about four major companies. Whoever sends me the next contract first gets me.” He smiled at her.
Em didn’t feel like smiling. “So you have no idea where you’ll be? How long until this job is over?”
Garrett slammed on the brakes. His hand pulled from hers to grip the wheel. Em jolted forward, the seat belt digging into her neck as it automatically locked up.
“Geez,” Garrett muttered as the dog who’d run out into the street barked at them. A little boy in pajamas came running from the house beside them, calling and waving at the dog. Garrett nodded at the little guy, whose scared face transformed into a toothy grin as he ran back to his house, dog’s leash in hand.
“Sorry, what were we talking about?” Garrett’s tense shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Your job.”
“Oh, yeah. I’d say this job has about another month left on it.”
Em blinked, wondering how to respond. Clearly, Garrett didn’t see anything wrong with what he was saying, but all Em could hear was that in a month Garrett was leaving to who knew where. Without her.
Em almost laughed at herself. Of course without her. They’d only been dating for a week. They’d only known each other for about a month.
“Hey, what are we doing tomorrow?”
Em startled back to the present. Their date. Right. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
