Kismet (Happy Endings Book 4) by Lauren Blakely

Author:Lauren Blakely [Blakely, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lauren Blakely Books
Published: 2022-04-07T18:30:00+00:00

“And two miles later, here we are,” I say, gesturing to the dark blue wooden door into my building.

Heath cranes his neck upward. “Fourth floor, you say?”

“Yes, why? Are you going to serenade me?”

Shaking his head, he laughs. “No. I have a terrible singing voice. I just want to picture you.”

“Then wait here. You don’t even have to picture me in your mind’s eye. I’ll be at that window,” I say, pointing to the one lined with plants, “in about two minutes.”

He hums, his eyes narrowing as he calculates something. “Maybe make it three.”

“Oh,” I ask, arching a brow. “What are you going to do for that extra minute?”

“Give you a gift.” He reaches behind himself, pulls a pair of socks from his back pocket, then dangles them in front of me. “For you.”

I’m absolutely enchanted—by socks.

He hands me the gift, and I unfurl them, delighting at the illustration. It’s a woman lounging on a park bench with a book. The caption below her says: Fuck off, I’m reading.

My heart handsprings. “Am I truly supposed to not kiss you after this?”

“I don’t know. Are you?” he asks, tempting me.

As if I need any more of that. This time with him is nothing but temptation.

And yet . . . we work together.

We’re competing for the same job.

We’re rivals.

We aren’t dating, but we are becoming friends.

I hesitate, and in my pause, he holds up a hand as if he’s read my thoughts. “You’re right. Best that we keep this at ‘coincidental dining,’” he says.

“And touring. Don’t forget your promise to make me love this city.”

“It’s a tall order. So, we’ll start at eleven sharp tomorrow,” he says, then gives me a location.

With the socks in my hand, I throw my arms around Heath, my chest pressing against his, my nose sliding along his neck. He smells so damn good. I want to bury my face in his shoulder and kiss him all night long.

Seems he wants the same, since he tugs me close, his breath catching as his arms wrap tight around me.

And we linger.

He’s stealing hits of me too.

I wrench away from him, since otherwise I’ll spend the night like this, pulling him closer, wanting him again.

“Bye, friend,” I say.

“Goodnight, friend,” he echoes.

I run from temptation, up the stairs to my flat and inside. There, I go to the window, throw it open, and peer down to the busy street.

He’s there, phone camera at eye level, snapping a shot of me four stories above, a little caught up in him.

Or maybe a lot, especially when he texts me the photo he took with the caption.

My London.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.