My lips quirk up into a smile. “Then by all means, please continue.”
She straightens her posture, and I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me about Homegrown, but I’m assuming you had a reason for not telling me. So instead of running to Nashville like I was told, I decided it was time to show you that I know how to run to you just as well as I know how to run away. So here I am. This shitstorm wouldn’t exist if you’d never met me, and my place is right beside you while we wade through the muck.”
Hearing her say those words unleashes something fiercely proud and protective within me. “You’re a hell of a woman, Holly Karas.”
“Because of you, I’m starting to believe that.”
I lift both hands and frame her face. “Fuck, am I glad to see you. And for the record, if you’d run back to Nashville, I would’ve come after you again. Every time. Until you tell me to stop. And probably even after that.”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I lower my lips to hers.
“Like I’d ever tell you to stop,” she whispers before I take her mouth with mine.
When Holly leans up on her toes, hands gripping my shoulders, I pull my lips away and untangle my hands from her hair.
“Might as well just climb me.”
I drop my hands and cup her ass, lifting her and carrying her to the conference table. Lowering her onto a section not covered in papers, I lay her back and skim my lips up her neck, my teeth scraping along the tendons. Her moans break the silence of the conference room, and all I want to do is fuck her until neither of us can walk.
The conference room door swings open.
“Seriously, Crey? We don’t have time for this right now.”
Cannon doesn’t even bother to clear his throat to give us a polite warning or look away when we break apart.
“Get the fuck out,” I growl.
“You pay me too much money to let you fuck around when we need to be fixing shit.”
Holly wiggles out from underneath me, and my body is not happy to have her go.
“Cannon, I don’t believe we’ve formally met in person.”
She rounds the table and holds out her hand, not showing the slightest concern that he walked in on us. My wife has nerves of steel, and I find that sexy as hell—just like I find everything about her.
Cannon shakes her hand, a small smile on his face. “Nice to meet you, Holly.”
“I’d say likewise, but I don’t really like you. Actually, I kind of think you’re a jerk. And now I know for sure you’re a total cock-blocker.”
Having never been faced with a woman like Holly before, Cannon stiffens and his eyes cut to me. The look on his face says, Do something, man.
I raise my eyebrows in response, clearly communicating, Not a fucking chance.
“Well,” Cannon says, dropping Holly’s hand and clearing his throat, “we really need to continue our strategy session so we can get this issue handled. We’ve got less than twenty-four hours before you’ve got to stand up in front of a room full of investors, and we need a solid explanation.”
“There’s nothing more to strategize at this point. The investors aren’t stupid. They deserve more than a solid explanation. They deserve the truth, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give them.”
“Fuck, Crey. The truth? That you lost your fucking mind over a piece of ass, so you married her and bought her goddamn record label because you didn’t like that they were bullying her around?”
Holly’s harshly drawn breath pierces the momentary silence before I surge across the room. My fist flies before I even consider what I’m doing. My knuckles crack against Cannon’s jaw, sending pain rocketing from my hand up my arm, but I don’t fucking care because all I want is for him to shut his goddamn mouth.
Cannon stumbles back, reaching out to the paneled wall to keep from falling on his ass. “What the hell, man?”
“You’re fired. And you’re fucking lucky I don’t kill you.”
“Creighton, wait.” Holly’s voice is quiet, but firm. “He’s clearly an idiot, but he’s your best friend.”
“Which is why he’s not dead.”
“Crey—”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Cannon.”
“No, Cannon, open it and apologize. And then maybe my husband will give you your job back.”
“No fucking way,” I say, my tone deadly serious. The man is lucky he’s still breathing. No one talks about Holly like that.
But my former best friend ignores me and shoves off the wall. Wiping the back of his hand across his face, he looks to Holly.
“I’m sorry, Holly. I apologize for running my mouth like a jackass.” When he looks at me, he says, “I’m just looking out for you, Crey. I swear, I just didn’t think. And that’s how the press is going to see it too. We just need to be prepared.”