I’d say the same about her, but I’ll never admit it.
“I’m worried about you, Jeremy.”
I close my eyes to get my emotions in check. “I’m fine. The update on the will was necessary. I don’t plan on dying for the next sixty years at least.”
“I’m not worried about that.” She shakes her head. “I know why you changed your will. You want to keep your father away from your fortune.”
I nod succinctly.
“I know you were with a woman last night.” Her voice softens. “I’m worried that you’re going to push your happiness aside because you think there’s no room in your life for that.”
Six months ago I may have felt that, but since meeting Linny, I’m determined to figure this shit out.
I want her. I want the life I already have. I want it all.
“Don’t let your father’s sins, destroy your future, Jeremy.” She moves to stand.
Reaching for the bag she dropped on my desk, I ignore her advice. My father is in my past. That’s where he’ll stay. “Get back to work, Blythe.”
She tosses me a curt nod. “Will do. I’m here if you need me.”
Chapter 42
Linny
I could get used to this.
I finger the edge of the small white card in my hand. It was delivered with a large coffee that was spiked with too much sugar and cream.
At first, I thought my dad had dropped the coffee on my desk after his afternoon run to the café around the corner, but then I saw the telltale small white envelope with my first name written on it.
It was a perfect match to the two that I’d received before from West.
My breath caught when I slipped the card from the envelope and read the masculine handwriting.
Us in your bed this morning: everything.
It had felt that way; like everything. Everything I’d always wanted in a relationship with a kind and generous man. Everything I’d always wanted in a lover.
Jeremy is becoming everything to me.
“I want those mock-ups on my desk by the end of the day.”
I hear my father’s voice approaching in the corridor, so I open the bottom drawer of my desk and toss the envelope and note inside.
Guilt wraps itself around my heart.
I can’t keep doing this. I can’t hide what I feel for West just to advance my chances at the CEO job.
“Linny,” my dad happily says my name as he rounds the corner and enters my office. “I got off the phone with Ivy Walker thirty minutes ago.”
I wrap my palm around the coffee cup, taking comfort in its warmth.
“I trust she had only good things to say about the Whispers of Grace campaign.”
I know that she did. I spoke to her myself this morning and her exuberance carried straight through the phone. I could feel her excitement over the increased interest in her store here in Manhattan and her website.
The next task she’s handed me is to create a buzz for her store in Las Vegas.