“I wasn’t hiding.” I slide off of my seat and grab my phone and notebook.
“Really?” He doesn’t seem to believe me.
“Yes really. If I had wanted to hide, I hardly think the kitchen island would be the place to go.”
He strides slowly into the kitchen like he’s up to no good. I’m sure he isn’t. He stops several feet in front of the island.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s a perfect place to hide. This would not be the first place I would look for you when there are more obvious places to choose from.”
I roll my eyes and place my phone and notebook back on the island. Evidently, he wants to play games. “What other places are those?”
“Your bedroom for starters.”
“I disagree. Why would I be in my bedroom when a wedding I’m overseeing just officially ended about an hour and a half ago? Just because the party is over doesn’t mean my job is done.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Okay, so you weren’t hiding from me. What are you doing now?”
“I just finished answering emails and closing out tickets.”
“And then what else do you have to do?”
“Do a final walk thru to make sure all of the wedding trash is dealt with.”
He shakes his head. “It’s already done.”
He walks closer to me. Close enough so his breath fans my face. He leans in and I find myself holding my breath, bracing myself for what he is going to say next.
“EJ.” His gravely whisper is spoken against my ear.
I know what he’s going to say. As much as I don’t want to him to say it, I am aching to hear it.
“The wedding is over. You’re mine now.”
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