Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“That’s the biggest load of shit,” he mutters.
We continue to eat, and once our plates are empty, I load them in the dishwasher.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” I ask.
“No, thank you.” He comes to stand in front of me, and placing his hand on my hip, he tugs me closer. “I have to go.”
“Okay.”
He presses two quick kisses to my lips, then grabs his jacket and shrugs it on.
“Thank you for coming over,” I say as I follow him to the front door.
He stops walking and turns to face me. “This might be too soon, so you can tell me to go to hell, but would you like to stay at my place this weekend?”
Holy crap.
The air whooshes from my lungs.
Before I can jump to conclusions, he adds, “No strings attached. You can use one of my guest rooms.” He takes hold of my hand. “I just want to spend time with you.”
“But what about the dinner I’m going to make for you?”
His eyes drift over my face as if he’s trying to read my mind.
“You can prepare it at my place.” Before I can come up with a reply, he adds, “You can give me an answer tomorrow. Think about it.”
Nodding, I say, “Okay.” My eyes widen. “I mean, okay, I’ll think about it, not okay, I’m spending the weekend at your place.”
A chuckle escapes him. “I guessed as much.”
I walk Callan to the elevator where I’m pulled into a hug before he gives me another kiss.
I watch as he steps into the elevator, then say, “Night, Callan.”
“Night, Lily,” he murmurs right before the doors close between us.
I stare at the elevator for a moment, thinking how Callan has come into my life when I needed someone the most.
Feeling a little better after his visit, I head back into my apartment.
He wants me to spend the weekend with him. Wow.
Excitement trickles into my chest, thinking it might just be what I need.
I mean, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with him.
Even if that happens, there’s nothing wrong with it. We’re adults. We find each other attractive.
Are we moving too fast?
Slumping down on the couch, I let out a sigh while my mind races a mile a minute.
I should just do it. It will be a hell of a lot better than sitting at home, wondering whether my family will ever going to speak to me again.
My last thought is enough to get me off the couch, and grabbing my phone from the coffee table, I text Callan.
Lily: I’d love to spend the weekend with you. What time should I be at your place?
Lily: Also, what’s your apartment number?
It takes a couple of minutes before he replies.
Callan: I’ll pick you up at five. Can’t wait.
Grinning like an idiot, I let out a little shriek before rushing upstairs to pack an overnight bag, even though I have the entire day tomorrow to do it.
Chapter 24
Callan
I’ve been at work since five a.m., so I can leave early to pick up Lily.
I didn’t plan on asking her to spend the weekend with me. It just happened. In my previous relationships I didn’t tolerate any sleepovers. It’s just something I never felt the need to do.
This woman has me doing things I’ve never done before.
Not that I regret asking her. Quite the opposite.
I’ll have Lily to myself the entire weekend, and knowing that has made the day crawl by at a snail's pace.
When I’m done with the final financial report, I send it back to the accounting department and switch off my laptop.
Letting out a sigh, I gather my cell phone from the desk, and getting up, I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and shrug it on.
As I open my office door, I see Easton sitting behind his desk. “I’m heading home,” I inform him.
Giving me a mischievous grin, he says, “Have a great weekend, boss. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Little shit.
He overheard my conversation with Harper when I told her how well things were progressing between Lily and me.
“See you on Monday,” I mutter before leaving the office and heading home for the weekend.
On my drive to Lily’s place, my lips curve into a grin. Just thinking about the time we’ll spend together makes me excited for the weekend.
I park my car in front of her apartment building, and heading into the lobby, I nod my head at the doorman.
“Miss Harrison is expecting you, sir,” he says, getting up to scan his keycard so I can go up to Lily’s floor.
Stepping into the elevator, I murmur, “Thank you.”
When I reach Lily’s floor, it’s to see her waiting by her front door. Excitement shines from her eyes, making warmth spread through my chest.
She’s wearing a long flowing skirt with a floral print and a cream-colored blouse. The outfit is different from what she usually wears.