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I Speak...Love (A Different Road #3)
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“Kate! Where did you come from?” she asks, jumping back a step when she finds her hiding outside my door.
    “There you are. I was looking for you,” Kate replies, looking at me in my office.
    I walk toward my door, then watch them walk down the hallway. Kate loops her arm through Maddy’s, then they walk arm-in-arm toward the elevator with Sadie at Kate’s side. Maddy tips her head back and laughs at something Kate says to her, and it sends my stomach for a ride again. River walks past my field of vision into his office, ruining the moment. He walks back out of his office backward and even though I know he can’t see me, his cold, pale blue eyes stare directly at me, then his head turns towards the girls at the elevator, and he listens. I glance at Maddy one more time, then I retreat back into my office to my blinking cursor. The intoxicating scent of Maddy still lingers in my office and instantly sends my cock rock hard.
     

    “So, what was that all about?” Kate asks as we leave Mason Group.
    “What was what all about?” I ask, playing dumb, knowing full well what she’s asking.
    She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and gives me that look. Sadie stops, looks up at me and barks like she knows what I’m up to as well.
    “You may think you’re fooling me, but I see it.” Then she gets a huge smile on her face and continues, “Or maybe you don’t even see it yet. Oh my God, you don’t! In that case, this is going to be fun!” she says, letting me go.
    “Um . . . OK. I . . . uh, I have to go home and shower before work. I’ll talk to you later,” I say, giving her a strange look.
    “See ya,” she says with a big smile, then leans in, and gives me a tight, squeezing hug.
    I stiffen while her warm arms wrap around me. She squeezes me so hard my boobs pucker out the top of my sports bra. It doesn’t matter how much my life has changed or how much time has passed, I’m still not used to people showing me affection. It’s not something I grew up with, and I’m not sure it’s something I’ll ever be comfortable having done to me. She releases me, then her and Sadie walk back inside the studio.
    I climb into my van that smells like sugar and spice, and everything nice, then I head toward home. I need to be at California Chef in forty-five minutes for our morning meeting before I head off to my first client’s house. The entire drive home, all I can think about is how horrified I was when Stephen wanted me to sit down on one of his uber expensive leather chairs. I had some serious ass crack sweat going on! Leather isn’t exactly a breathable surface and if I didn’t cover my ass with my hands, I would have for sure left a line of ass crack sweat on the seat cushion in the shape of a not so friendly smile. All I could do was sit on my hands and pray to God it was enough of a gap so air could circulate and keep the dreaded ass crack sweat away.
    I pull into the driveway and park my van, get out, then walk up to the front door. I slide my key into the lock, and it never fails, I always have to pause, take a deep breath, and ask myself three things. Good things just don’t happen to me, and this . . . this house is definitely something good. First question, is this really mine? Second question, is this truly my life now? And third question, when will it all be taken away from me?
    I stare at the keys hanging from the lock, and I still remember the day Joss and Nina gave them to me. I had just dented Nina’s van when I hit a mailbox leaving a client’s house. I thought for sure they were going to fire me. Instead of firing me, they gave me a key to their house on a beautiful camera keychain so I could come and go as I pleased.
    I pull a solicitation flyer off my door for lawn care service, then walk inside. I walk over to the trash can and toss it in, then smile when I see my camera sitting on the counter. I run my finger over the matte black surface, then run my finger over the frayed, worn strap.
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