Turns out it was just that they weren’t Lark.
As if I conjured her here, the citrus-and-sunshine scent that is characteristically her overtakes me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Lark’s slim arms circle around my neck, and her hands snake down my pecs until her chin is resting on my shoulder. I rub a palm over her forearms.
“How does it sound?” Her breath tickles the hair at my ear.
I let my hand come to rest where her arms cross under my neck. “It’s brilliant.”
She scoffs. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” I admit. “But I’ve never lied to you about a performance, either.”
Her lips graze my cheek before she nuzzles into my neck. “Mmm.” The sound vibrates against my skin. It ignites something deep inside me, and I grip her arm tighter.
“I’ve liked doing this,” she says.
“Touching me?” I tease.
Her laugh is a buoyant thing. It lifts and bounces and settles deep in my chest. “No. Well, yes, but I meant recording the audiobook. It’s really fun.”
There’s that little kernel of hope again. If she likes it enough, maybe she’ll stay.
I clear my throat, trying not to let that kernel expand too far. I watched Richard clip her wings and keep her grounded for years, and I don’t want to do that to her again. I don’t want her to stay here just because I asked, so I refuse to sway her opinion.
“Touching me is fun, too.” I twist in my chair so I can wink at her.
She pulls away and smacks my shoulder. “You have work to do, and I shouldn’t be interrupting.”
“Okay, but I fully plan on having some fun later,” I call after her as she walks out of the room, swaying her hips.
She pauses to give me a look over her shoulder. “You’re the worst.”
“That’s not a no.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively.
Her voice takes on the same, sultry quality of her audiobook narration as she says, “It’s definitely not a no.” And then she continues her sauntering out of the room.
I don’t know what I did to get so fortunate to have kept Lark in my life for so long, for us to have finally found each other in this way. But I do know I’m the luckiest man alive.