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She groaned. Her voice husky from sleep.
“Morning, baby.”
“It’s not morning already, is it?” She turns her head and faces me, her eyes barely open, her cheek snuggled into the pillow. I inch toward her and lay my head on the pillow, watching how relaxed she looks in sleep. “Ev…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Stop watching me, it’s weird.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of her mouth and a laugh bursts out from me. Lifting my hand to her face, I stroke the backs of my fingers down her cheek and smooth the pad of my thumb across her closed lips. Her lips pucker against my thumb in a kiss. “There are names for people who do that.”
“Like what?”
“A creeper.”
“Oh yeah?” I pull back the sheet and smack her luscious ass cheeks. “Why don’t you come for a run with me?”
“Because it’s Saturday morning. I have no work and have no desire to exercise,” she mumbles, taking my pillow and placing it on top of her head. “You go for a run.”
“I’d rather you come with me. It’s boring on my own.’
“So play music.”
Lifting the pillow from her head, I lean over her and bite her earlobe before sucking on it. “I’ll make it worth your while,” I offer, and Reagan groans. “I promise.”
With narrowed eyes in my direction, she says, “You better, Brooks.” She drags herself out of bed and walks butt naked into the closet where she’s moved some of her clothes in. She only works out when she’s with me, and she has plenty of workout clothes here. Going into the closet after her, I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her from the floor. “That’s my girl.” I place a kiss to her cheek and put her down, leaving her to it while I go to the bathroom.
If I’m honest with myself, I love having her here. She’s definitely the only woman to keep my interest for more than a few hook-ups. I have money, and some women will only give me their attention if they know that, which is why I’ve always been reluctant to involve myself with anyone.
She knocks on the door as I’m finishing up. “Come on, I’m almost ready.” She’s really not much of a morning person, I’ve come to realize.
“Okay, grumpy, I’m done.” I exit the bathroom, plant a kiss on her lips, and go get dressed.
In no time I’m grabbing some bottles of water from the fridge.
She walks into the kitchen and folds her arms across her chest, scowling. I pass a bottle of water to her and she walks to the door. “You owe me big time for this. It’s only seven forty-five. Freak!”
I raise my eyebrow at that declaration, but a smirk pulls at my lips. “I’ll give you freak.”
Laughing, she skips out of the door and toward the elevators.
Forty-Three
Margie
Sitting on a bench in Central Park with a danish and a coffee has become my favorite morning ritual. I’d like to say I love to see the sun come up, but that’s not it. I love to see Everett jogging. Only, I think I may have missed him today. I finish up my danish and get up to throw the bag in the trash can. I completely miss it though and it lands on the floor. As I’m bending over to pick it up, I hear a familiar voice.
“Yeah, well, you have to catch me first.”
As I look up, I see Reagan. It’s only the back of her but I know it’s her because I see Everett next to her. I’ve been hoping to muster up the courage to speak to him one morning, but instead I hide behind a tree and wait for him to go past. He wasn’t happy with me the other morning when I tried to flirt with him, so I lied about where Reagan was. Obviously, my lies didn’t work, so I’ll have to go to plan B. Why should she have someone like him when he could be mine? I have as much right to him as she does.
As she approaches, I step out onto the path. She turns around to speak to Everett, and I put my back to her. I hear Everett telling her to watch out, but it’s too late. Reagan collides with my back, knocking me to the ground.
“Oh lord, I’m so sorry.” I cover my face in my hands until I hear Everett come to an abrupt stop behind me. “Are you okay?” Reagan asks, and I look at her.
“Margie?” Everett holds out a hand and I take it. His hands are soft. Curling my fingers around his, he pulls me up from the tarmac. I love the feel of his hand around mine. I spring up to my feet and launch myself against him, pretending to lose my balance. “I think you better sit down for a minute.”
My hand rests against his chest and I smile up at him.
Reagan watches every movement, her eyes narrowing at us. “Are you okay, Margie. I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
