“Yeah, I can guarantee that if you tried that shit, you wouldn’t be successful. At all. Trust me, not even the promise of a lifetime supply of Tim Tams is going to get me to agree to dinner that early.” He turns away from me, and I watch the muscles in his back tense. “A few days, Mia. There’s just too much going on.”
I turn from him and try to ignore the feeling and move about the room, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on. He starts to end his call and makes plans to call her in four days, Friday at the latest.
I ignore the little bit of nerves I have over seeing Mia for the first time in person in just a few days. What did he say? Friday at the latest? That gives me four days to prepare myself. We have today and some of tomorrow left here before I leave New York behind, and I know Kane meant every word about us being busy when we get to California. Not just because I have to get unpacked and all that comes with moving homes, but also to catch up on the work we’re missing while we’re here.
“What time are Kirby and Eddie coming?” Kane asks, his voice interrupting my mental checklist for his upcoming appearances and interviews. He pulls my back to his front, wrapping his arms around my body, and drops a kiss on my shoulder.
Just like that, everything that had been on my mind just seconds before drops from my thoughts and concerns. My mind only cares about Kane. Clearly, this is something I need to work on. I don’t need to start slipping on the job because my infatuation with him consumes me.
My arms come up and I fold them over the corded muscles in his arms, just below my chest. “I think we have about an hour? I wasn’t really sure when I talked to Eddie. He kept going on and on about someone he met in London, so it was hard to follow the conversation.”
Kane chuckles. “He sounds like an interesting man. I’m looking forward to finally meeting him.”
“You say that now.” I snort with a laugh. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”
I swat his hands away when he tries to fondle my breasts, and when I turn to face him, I burst out with the hilarity of his pouting when I see his face. “Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Masters. I’m sore, and my friends will be here soon. I need to get ready, and you need to prepare yourself for everything that comes with a girls’ night with those two.”
“I’m thinking, my love, that we need a new title for this night of shenanigans.”
I smile and ignore him, walking into my living room. The mess I had left earlier when I got in the shower is completely gone. The boxes that the movers will come for tomorrow are neatly lined up behind the kitchen table, and everything else looks like my normal, tidy home, just void of all personal touches.
“I needed something to do to keep from barging into your bathroom. I figured I might as well get the packing finished so we have tomorrow free to do whatever you want before we fly out.”
At the mention of tomorrow, my last day here, I remember I needed to talk to him about something that I’ve been thinking about a lot over the last couple of weeks. “Hey, can I run something by you?”
“Of course,” he responds and takes a seat on my couch, reaching out and pulling me down into his lap.
“There’s something I need to do tomorrow, and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it. Well, not it, but what I need from you.”
His brows furrow and a look of adorable confusion takes over his expression.
“Hear me out, okay?” I wait for his nod, the confusion taking on a hint of apprehension. I reach out and rub my finger over the tense pull of skin between his thick brows and smile when he relaxes. “I need to go to the Logan Agency.”
“Fuck, no,” he rushes out in a burst of anger. He looks as far from confused as he could get now.
Fury takes over him, and I rush to explain. “Stop, Kane. Please. I really need you to be able to put everything you’re feeling aside and listen to me when I explain why I need to do this so badly.”
He drops his head, his chin hitting his chest and I can just barely hear him softly counting. His breathing slows down slightly before looks up and gives me a brisk nod.