A THOUSAND GOOD-BYES
“My private number. Use it. For anything.”
I took it, fingers brushing his. The spark was still there. “This is insane. You’re insane.”
“Certifiably,” he agreed, that wicked smirk returning. “For you.”
As I left his office on shaky legs, the weight of his scent clinging to my skin like a promise, I felt something I hadn’t in years: hope. Sharp, terrifying, exhilarating hope.
But as the elevator descended, my phone buzzed. Jeff.
""You think you can run to Draven? Bad move, wife. I know things about your new ‘lawyer’ that will burn both of you. Come home. Now.""