Page 127 of Anything for You

“Why the fuck is San Francisco tech billionaire Gabriel Sullivan in your office?” Jeremy murmurs in my ear. I guess the guy is exactly who I think he is.

“No clue but I think we’re about to find out,” I whisper back, watching as Julie walks over to him, Asher hot on her heels in his fullprotect my girlmode that never fails to make me laugh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” she asks, activating Lawyer Julie Mode, giving no indication she recognizes him. I am, as ever, in awe of her poker face.

“We’re closed for a private party today, but if you need legal assistance, we would be happy to schedule you an appointment for later in the week at your convenience.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, his gaze taking in the room like he’s looking for something.

Or someone.

“I don’t need an appointment; I’m just looking for…”

He trails off and whips his head around as Molly comes thundering down the stairs, rainbow dress flying. “I found it!” she calls. “We can start…”

Whatever she was about to say dies on her lips as she screeches to a halt halfway down the stairs, the color draining from her face. One hand holds the binder she’s carrying to her chest like a shield and the other grips the banister so tightly her knuckles turn white and still, I can see her hand shaking.

“Gabe?” she says, voice quiet and shaky.

He looks up at Molly with a soft smile, eyes filled with love and longing in equal measure. When he speaks, his voice is raspy and deep, and his words are soaked in reverence.

“Hey, Rory.”

THE END