CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

Somehow, I wake easily from an untroubled sleep that feels as if I’ve slept a full twelve hours since the last time I woke last night.

Out of habit and need, I reach out for Gavin’s warmth, but instead I hear his voice out on the terrace overlooking downtown Chicago.

It has been one of my favorite parts of Gavin’s home. I never would have dreamed that I would feel so comforted here, but I do. My pleasant thoughts are interrupted when I hear the aggravation in my man’s voice.

“I know the contract is huge, Carly. I know. But this is of priority. Cancel all of my meetings today and that is final.”

He pauses, bracing both his hands on the banister in front of him. He flexes his neck side to side and I can tell he’s been on this call for longer than he’d like.

“Thank you. I’m sorry to snap at you, I just need this done. OK, I will see you tomorrow.”

As he lowers the phone from his ear, I wrap the sheets around my torso and shuffle my feet towards the open door of the terrace.

Gavin lets