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“Holy fuck. While you were married to mom?”
“Yes. That’s what started the war. I fucked his wife and he told your mom.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
“And you, son, are a chip off the old block.”
I hang up thinking of Elijah and decide I need to deal with him. Twenty years of two families destroying each other is a lesson I can’t ignore. I also decide that talking to West won’t matter. I need to hope Royce finds what I need him to find and tells Carrie. Right now, I’m worried about Carrie’s father getting to her before I do. I need to get home now, tonight.
I drive to the airport.
Chapter fifty-seven
Carrie
Reid hasn’t called all day and even though he warned me he might not, we’re so broken right now that it feels bad. I’d just suck it up and call him, but two in the morning isn’t the time to make that decision. He’s probably asleep like the rest of the world, while I haven’t even tried. The fact that I’m working on the Grayson numbers, sitting at my island in the kitchen, pumping coffee down me like it’s my lifeline at this hour is a testament to how much our current state of broken is affecting me. I stand up. It’s time to try to sleep. I’m not even in my nightgown. I’m still in the sweats and T-shirt that I put on after a workout and shower, which isn’t the way to convince myself to sleep.
I shut my computer and it’s as if it triggers my cellphone to ring. I grab it and the minute I see Reid’s number I hit answer. “Reid?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m downstairs. Come get me. They won’t let me up.”
The sound of his voice, rich and masculine, washes over me and awakens and warms me inside out. “Wait. Did you say you’re here? As in my building?”
“Yes. I flew home to see you.”
He didn’t call because he was coming back to me.
“Carrie?”
“I’ll come get you. That guard is new. I won’t convince him to let you come up.” I disconnect and head for the door, and despite everything that has happened, I just want to see him. I just want to feel him. I can’t get to the elevator soon enough and nerves flutter in my stomach as it arrives in the lobby. The minute the doors open and I step into the lobby, Reid is in front of me, looking like sin and satisfaction in dark jeans and a navy T-shirt, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I missed the hell out of you, woman,” he says, his voice gruff, affected, his mouth closing down on my mouth, his tongue licking deliciously at mine.
I sink into him, my arms wrapping his body and I remember his words about feeling him, about feeling us, and how real it is. And it is. In this moment, I feel how much he wants me, I feel that I mean something to him. “Let’s go upstairs,” he murmurs, brushing fingers over my cheek, his lips parting mine with a reluctant lift.
“Yes. I need to wave at the guard. Did you sign in?”
“Yes. Do the wave.”
I lean around him. “He’s with me, Kevin.”
“Have a nice evening, Ms. West.”
I ease back in front of Reid and he laces his fingers with mine and punches the elevator button. The doors open immediately and we enter. He punches in my floor and then turns to me, his hands settling on my waist, pulling me close. My palm settles on his chest where his heart thunders beneath my touch. “You didn’t hesitate to let me up,” he says.
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“Why, Carrie?”
“Because despite the fact that you hurt me, I missed you, too.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you again.”
“Then don’t.”
The car halts and the doors open. When Reid tries to exit, and take me with him, I tug against his hold. “Wait.” The minute he looks at me, I say, “Right now. I really want to pretend the broken part of us doesn’t exist, okay?”
He drags me to him, and into the hallway. “We aren’t broken and when we walk out of your apartment tomorrow morning, you’re going to know that.” He kisses me, a delicate brush of lips I feel in every part of me before he leads me to my door.
“It’s open,” I say, and the minute we’re inside, he shuts the door and locks it. The next minute, I’m in his arms, my body pressed to every hard part of his perfect one, and he’s kissing me. God, he tastes so good. I want and want with this man and I don’t even care how he might crush me right now. I cling to him, sinking into the kiss, my hands all over him and I just want to feel.
