Page 47 of Adam’s Obsession
“The hell!” He untangled himself and shot to hisfeet—magnificent and hard and…angry—and sat on the lounger next to hers. Sheshivered a little at the loss of his warmth. His presence. “Are you suggestingwhat I think you’re suggesting? After what we’ve shared? After all this? Wejust stop? Just walk away? Is that what you want?”
She shook her head. “No.” Of course not. “I just don’t seeany other way to balance our jobs with…” She waved her hand, unable to come upwith words to describe what they had. “This.”
“I do.” He growled, coming to his knees before her andyanking her into his arms. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”
“But…”
“We can still see each other. We will still see each other.”
“But…”
“No one at work needs to know. Well, Tristan has to know butno one else. It’s a private relationship. Between us. We’ll just keep itbetween us.”
“Tristan?” A pain pinged in her chest. Her breath hitched.Panic swirled in her gut. “We can’t tell Tristan.” They couldn’t tell anyone.The specter of her last affair, her last disaster loomed.
“We have to tell him, hon, he’s my brother. I can’t keepsomething like this a secret.” He snorted a laugh. “Hell, even if I wanted tokeep it a secret from him, I wouldn’t be able to. He’d figure it out. And thenthere’d really be hell to pay.”
She couldn’t look at him. She just couldn’t. She turned herhead and stared out at the city but she didn’t see anything. Dark memoriesblinded her.
“Kat?”
She didn’t answer.
“Kat? Sweetheart. Talk to me.”
She sniffed. Swiped at her cheeks.
“What is it?”
“I’m just…”
“What?”
“I’m scared, Adam.” There. It was out. “So scared that it’llhappen again.”
“It won’t happen again.” He frowned. “It won’t. I promise.Only Tristan will know.”
“And it won’t interfere with my work? My position at thecompany?”
“No.”
“Because I don’t think I could take that again. It wasawful. People were mean.”
“It won’t happen again. I promise.”
She eyed him warily. “You won’t send me emails trying to getme to play with myself in the office?”
His smile was ingenuous. “Only at lunchtime.”
“Oh, Adam.” She had to laugh. She had to. He was soadorable.
“Oh, Kat.” He kissed her gently. “So… Do we have a deal?”
“We keep playing as long as no one in the office—”
“Except Tristan.”
“As long as no one except Tristan knows about it.”
