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“Can’t let Corbus have all the fun, can I? Watching you with him only made me want you more.”
She resumed the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck until they were flush against each other. Mykie ignored his lower half pressing against her in favor of just keeping the kiss the only focus at the moment.
Eventually, Mykie felt her stomach growl and she pulled away from Caspar with a groan.
"Was that yours or mine?" he asked, his lips swollen.
"I didn't have breakfast before I left," she explained sheepishly.
He gave her a strange look. "You keep some weird hours. We came over here around noon."
"It happens when you work a lot at night. The sun means bedtime, and darkness means work," she explained.
She kissed him again slowly before moving back to look at him. “Think we can just ignore my stomach and keep going?”
He shook his head slowly with a lazy smile. “Not going to happen. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
She cursed under her breath and unwrapped herself from around him. "Fine. We've got some pizza and wings in the fridge if you're interested."
She gestured for him to follow her to the kitchen. She didn't look back at him, but she didn't hear the clicking of the crutches behind her.
Sure enough, he came into the kitchen without the crutches, but he was babying his foot a little. He sat down at the table, and she grabbed a few pieces of pizza to heat up in the microwave and set them on the same plate. Once it beeped, she pulled out the plate and separated the pieces onto two different plates. She set one on Caspar's side of the table and took the other to her chair.
Just as she sat down, she heard her phone ring. Pulling it out of her pocket, she frowned when she saw Ryker’s caller ID. Did she really want to talk to him after finding out the secrets he had been keeping from her?
With a hesitant finger, she sent him to voicemail. He could stir for a little while as she focused her time on the others.
As Caspar and she ate in companionable silence, she thought of two things.
First, she hoped that the next few days would be smooth sailing from there to the funeral.
Second, it never did storm that day.
LIAM’S SUITS
It wasn’t smooth sailing. Who was she kidding, thinking that?
One night turned into two with Caspar, which she didn't mind. They hadn't spent time together besides the afternoon after Corbus had left and when she had driven Caspar to get the “okay” from the doctor to walk without the crutches. She was too focused on organizing the plans and meetings that needed to happen in the next few days, and she was at her desk working most of the time. If they weren't going to get the Harper account, they had to find another that would equate the same earnings for the Cantil. That would only be if she couldn’t convince Madeleine that the Cantils could be her new ally.
It was only a knock on her open bedroom door Thursday afternoon that brought her out of work mode.
“Come in,” she called out. She pulled her computer glasses off and folded them against her chest.
Neither of them had gotten out of their jogging pants and T-shirts when they were home. It was interesting to learn how similar she and Caspar were when they were lounging around the house.
It was Caspar, who, after getting the ‘okay’, stepped into her bedroom. “Sorry to bother you, but Corbus invited me along to get suits for the funeral. He wanted me to ask if you wanted to come, too,” he said, crossing his arms awkwardly.
“Why didn’t he ask me himself?” she asked, patting around her desk as she tried to locate her phone.
He gave her a look. “You haven’t been answering your phone. So, are you coming or not?”
Right. She had been ignoring Ryker’s calls, and thus, ignoring everyone.
She swiveled her chair around so she could face him. She tilted her head in contemplation. “That depends. Is Renly going to be there?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but Mykie held a hand up, effectively stopping him. “Wait! That’s a stupid question. He probably already owns a dozen suits but needs a different one for each occasion.”
He shrugged.
