steading me with a strong, gentle grip.
Brandon.
Shit! Don’t think about him touching you.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, as if he doesn’t wish for anyone else to hear his words—as if they belong to me and me alone. When I nod, I can feel my hair rub against the apron spread across his chest. I know that if I tilt my head to the side and look up, I’ll see his face. His totally distracting face . I can’t stop myself from acting on my indulgent desire. Best damn decision I’ve made all day. “You sure?” he murmurs with a smirk.
Okay—it’s time I hand this baby over before I drop her for different reasons, I think, offering her to Daphne. “I’m so, so, so sorry for being such a klutz.”
Daphne smiles at me as she props Caroline—who seems not to have noticed her recent peril—lovingly against her chest. “She’s okay,” Daphne assures me before kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Besides, those two really should come with a warning.” She nods toward Roman and Logan. “When I found out that they were into each other, I went a little bat-shit-crazy. I’m guessing, considering the state of their tolerance for each other when you last saw them, learning that they’re newlyweds pretty much blows your mind. Am I right?”
My mouth hangs open, my response orbiting around my mouth as if there’s some sort of barrier preventing the words from crossing beyond my lips. I know that I need to get a grip, that I probably look like an idiot as I stare at them, but I can’t help it. Logan looks as beautiful as ever—her platinum blonde hair twisted back into a loose bun, her professional attire somehow making her more alluring than I remembered. Roman, who is alternately dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a v-neck t-shirt, looks just as debonair as always.
I have this sudden urge to get out of here—away from these people whose lives have begun to take shape. They’ve found love and happiness and careers and I have never felt so out of place in my life. No matter where I turn, it feels as if I’m the only one who doesn’t have it all figured out. It scares the shit out of me.
Not to mention, the girl from yesteryear would have said some smart-ass, witty comment about Roman and Logan. If she were here, we’d all be laughing and no one would know how panicked I feel right now—how close to tears I am—but that Sarah is gone. She’s gone.
“Shit! You just reminded me, I have someplace I have to be right now,” I say, drumming up as much enthusiasm as I can muster. “I’m so sorry—it was good to see you. We’ll have to catch up soon, okay? I’ll be around. And congratulations on the marriage and stuff.”
I force a smile before I turn my back on them, anxious to grab my purse and bolt. Instead, I come face to face with Brandon. Err, rather, face to neck . I gasp, instinctively reaching out my hands to prevent a collision, my fingers making contact with his chest. When I look up into his eyes, I can see it—I can see that he knows I’m lying. I try and convey the loudest silent apology possible.
I want this job—I need this job—but I have to get out of here.
I reach for my bag and head for the door.
“I’ll see you,” I call out over my shoulder.
The second I step foot outside, my eyes are full of angry, bitter tears. I’m only mad at myself. Mad. Disappointed. Embarrassed. I just made a fool of myself. Not to mention how rude I was to Logan and Roman!
“Sarah! Wait!”
I stop, not out of obedience, but out of surprise. I don’t turn to address him, but that doesn’t deter him. He doesn’t stop his approach until he’s standing in front of me.
Brandon .
“What just happened?”
I don’t seek out his eyes until I’ve managed to blink some of the excess moisture out of mine. Then I see his concern, tugging at his brow, and I begin to lose my grip on my emotions again. I try and look away but he brushes a finger underneath my chin, lifting my head
Brandon.
Shit! Don’t think about him touching you.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, as if he doesn’t wish for anyone else to hear his words—as if they belong to me and me alone. When I nod, I can feel my hair rub against the apron spread across his chest. I know that if I tilt my head to the side and look up, I’ll see his face. His totally distracting face . I can’t stop myself from acting on my indulgent desire. Best damn decision I’ve made all day. “You sure?” he murmurs with a smirk.
Okay—it’s time I hand this baby over before I drop her for different reasons, I think, offering her to Daphne. “I’m so, so, so sorry for being such a klutz.”
Daphne smiles at me as she props Caroline—who seems not to have noticed her recent peril—lovingly against her chest. “She’s okay,” Daphne assures me before kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Besides, those two really should come with a warning.” She nods toward Roman and Logan. “When I found out that they were into each other, I went a little bat-shit-crazy. I’m guessing, considering the state of their tolerance for each other when you last saw them, learning that they’re newlyweds pretty much blows your mind. Am I right?”
My mouth hangs open, my response orbiting around my mouth as if there’s some sort of barrier preventing the words from crossing beyond my lips. I know that I need to get a grip, that I probably look like an idiot as I stare at them, but I can’t help it. Logan looks as beautiful as ever—her platinum blonde hair twisted back into a loose bun, her professional attire somehow making her more alluring than I remembered. Roman, who is alternately dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a v-neck t-shirt, looks just as debonair as always.
I have this sudden urge to get out of here—away from these people whose lives have begun to take shape. They’ve found love and happiness and careers and I have never felt so out of place in my life. No matter where I turn, it feels as if I’m the only one who doesn’t have it all figured out. It scares the shit out of me.
Not to mention, the girl from yesteryear would have said some smart-ass, witty comment about Roman and Logan. If she were here, we’d all be laughing and no one would know how panicked I feel right now—how close to tears I am—but that Sarah is gone. She’s gone.
“Shit! You just reminded me, I have someplace I have to be right now,” I say, drumming up as much enthusiasm as I can muster. “I’m so sorry—it was good to see you. We’ll have to catch up soon, okay? I’ll be around. And congratulations on the marriage and stuff.”
I force a smile before I turn my back on them, anxious to grab my purse and bolt. Instead, I come face to face with Brandon. Err, rather, face to neck . I gasp, instinctively reaching out my hands to prevent a collision, my fingers making contact with his chest. When I look up into his eyes, I can see it—I can see that he knows I’m lying. I try and convey the loudest silent apology possible.
I want this job—I need this job—but I have to get out of here.
I reach for my bag and head for the door.
“I’ll see you,” I call out over my shoulder.
The second I step foot outside, my eyes are full of angry, bitter tears. I’m only mad at myself. Mad. Disappointed. Embarrassed. I just made a fool of myself. Not to mention how rude I was to Logan and Roman!
“Sarah! Wait!”
I stop, not out of obedience, but out of surprise. I don’t turn to address him, but that doesn’t deter him. He doesn’t stop his approach until he’s standing in front of me.
Brandon .
“What just happened?”
I don’t seek out his eyes until I’ve managed to blink some of the excess moisture out of mine. Then I see his concern, tugging at his brow, and I begin to lose my grip on my emotions again. I try and look away but he brushes a finger underneath my chin, lifting my head
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