Damian could respect and understand the man's position. "I hope you make out better than I did."
"You got a game plan for the future?" Yank asked him.
Damian spread his hands wide before him. "Completely open and in Micki's hands." Too bad she wasn't returning calls or e-mails, not even in the guise of business.
Micki found it too easy to ignore his overtures so Damian was now using the silent treatment. If she didn't mind being ignored, he was out of options and heading back to the island.
Alone this time.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
YANK-HATED THE WALKER. He hated not being able to see everything clearly. But he hated being without Lola more
. Maybe he'd had to be kicked in the butt a ridiculous number of times and let decades go by before he was ready to see what was in front of him all along. "But dammit I'm seeing it now!"
"Excuse me, sir?" The new security guard who rode the elevator in the Atkins building asked.
"Nothin'. Seventh floor, please" Yank said to the man.
He'd been out of rehab for over a week and now that he was managing to get along, thanks to his driver and walker, he was out of excuses for avoiding his fate.
A series of consecutive beeps let Yank know when he'd arrived on the right floor, as did the sound of the doors sliding open.
"We're here," the guard said.
Yank maneuvered his way out, walker first. He could make out shadows enough to see where he was going and he also knew Spencer's office space well enough to manage on his own.
"Mr. Morgan!" The receptionist at the main desk jumped up from her seat. "We weren't expecting you."
"Good. I like the element of surprise. I want to see Lola."
"She's in her office. Should I tell her you're here or do you prefer the element of surprise there, too?"
"You can tell her I'm coming to talk to her and to clear anyone else out of there."
"Yes, sir." The woman picked up the phone while Yank slowly headed to Lola's small room off Spencer's office.
He knew by the familiar perfume that she was waiting for him in the doorway. She'd used the same scent or something similar since the day they'd met. He smelled it in his dreams, Yank thought.
"I can't believe you're up and around," Lola said.
"Yeah. Time flies when you're havin' fun."
"Well you certainly used the time to get yourself healthy."
He nodded. "I didn't have anything else to do except rehab and think."
"Come on in." She stepped back so he could walk into the office.
He had no choice except to allow her to help him into a chair. He ought to get used to it, he thought and clenched his jaw.
"So what brings you by?" She lowered herself into the seat next to him.
Surrounded by her scent, a warm familiar feeling and unmistakable arousal kicked in. "You're really gonna make me spell it out for you?" he asked, annoyed she couldn't understand that this visit was his way of making a major statement.
She jumped to her feet. "I' m too busy for games so if you have nothing to say, you can leave now."
Yank groaned. "Okay, okay, cool your jets and sit down. Please," he added, afraid she wouldn't even give him a chance.