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He grins. “It’s already going. As soon as it’s ready, I’ll bring it, and Betsy, in.”
“Thanks, Prescott. Have I told you lately that you’re the best?”
“I know.” He winks, his dimples flashing as he blows a kiss before stepping back out of the office.
Huh. This new, flirty Prescott is going to take some getting used to.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Prescott
I’m so damn lucky Luna hasn’t fired me yet today. I swear every time I open my mouth, I stick my foot in it.
I think all the blood from my head is sitting in my cock today, making it impossible for me to think clearly.
Thankfully, besides first thing this morning, it seemed to amuse her more than annoy her.
I really need to get my shit together before she decides I’m more trouble than I’m worth.
Showing up at her house last night, I expected to be sent on my way. Imagine my surprise when she invited me to stay for dinner, and then told me she wanted to explore a relationship.
I seriously thought I was dreaming. Or maybe that I’d been in a car accident and was in a coma.
But no. She really said that.
She really wants this.
She wants me.
I’m so fucking ecstatic that I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Hence, the foot in mouth syndrome I seem to have developed today.
“Have a great day, Betsy,” I tell her as I hold the door for her.
She shoots me a smile. “It’s a hell of a lot better now that I have this money, Prescott. A hell of a lot better.”
I wave as she walks down the sidewalk, heading toward her house.
While more than a few of us have vehicles, most of us prefer to walk. I generally only use mine when I’m heading out of town or when the weather is bad.
There’s just something about walking through the Colorado mountain air. It’s so different from where I grew up in Chicago.
I thought I’d be bored in a small town, but Widows Peak is home, and I can’t imagine living in a big city again. There are just too many damn people.
Plus, this is where Luna is, and I don’t want to be anywhere she isn’t.
Speaking of Luna, I should see if she’s ready to head to lunch. Neither of us are big on eating breakfast, and my stomach is starting to grumble. She’s probably ready to eat too.
“Are you ready to get lunch?” I ask, leaning against her office door.
She glances up at me and graces me with a smile. “Could you hear my stomach from your desk?”
I chuckle. “No, but it feels like my stomach is trying to eat itself, so I thought you might be hungry too.”
“I am.” She stands up, grabbing her discarded blazer and pulling it back on. She tosses her phone into her purse before picking it up and heading toward me.
I step out of the way, allowing her to pass me and giving me the perfect view to check out her ass. I’ve seen her in this dress before, but it makes me drool every time. It hugs her curves perfectly—her tits, her hips, and her ass.
