bloody couch and torch it though.”
“All my blood. Wasted. Great.”
She grinned and the color of her eyes darkened to a rich hunter green. “Sorry, but I don’t want to have to explain the bloody splotches to my friends, you know?” She pointed to his leg. “How’s that doing? You sure you should be working?”
Her concern touched him. “I’m fine. Plus, I have a deadline here I’ve got to make. The customer is counting on me.”
“Well, don’t overdo it. No sense in reinjuring yourself. Not when there’s a little girl counting on you too.” She angled her head at him.
“Yeah, a little girl who I’m probably going to end up disappointing.”
“You have to think positively, Orion.”
“Okay, I’m positive I’m going to end up disappointing her. You met Adriana.”
“Witchy Ex-wife?”
“That is so a better name for her.”
“I just call ’em like I see ’em.” Sage reached into a pocket on her skirt and held out a yellow piece of paper. “This might help you slay the dragon.”
Orion pushed off the work bench and took the paper. “What’s this?” He unfolded it while Sage wandered deeper into his workshop. She hummed as she looked at things and the sound of the melody calmed him. Focusing on the paper, he read the words, “Attorney Jack Benson is expecting your call.” A phone number was below that.
“Lily, my cousin-in-law, lived in California and knows this guy. Said he’s the best when it comes to custody cases. He’s flying in…” She looked at the digital clock on the wall, “in another hour. He’ll be staying as long as it takes to get Myah home to you.”
Orion stared at the paper then at Sage. “I can’t… I can’t accept this kind of help from you, Sage. It’s too much. You don’t—”
“Even know you. I know, but the thought of Myah being with Witchy Ex-wife is keeping me up at night. I love my sleep, Orion. Nothing should be keeping me awake. So, really, you’d be doing me a huge favor if you accepted Jack’s help and got your daughter back.”
She circled back to him after checking out his progress on the first bear. “When you get an appointment, I’ll go with you.” She hooked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. “If you want.”
Good-bye socially-appropriate zone.
Orion reached out his hands and grabbed Sage around the waist. She let out a little squeak, but when his lips came crashing down on hers, her body melted against his. She tasted how she smelled. Maple and peanut butter. Delicious. So goddamned delicious.
Her lips were soft and capable and when they parted slightly, Orion took the opportunity to explore her more deeply. Her hands traveled up his arms to his shoulders then hooked on the back of his neck as if she didn’t want to let him go. Her hips pressed against his, and he nearly lost himself right then and there.
He moved one of his hands up to her cheek. So smooth. His fingers flitted around in her silky hair, and he had just a moment to think he could kiss her forever when he heard Ian.
“Come on, Wendie. You have to see Sage.”
Sage must have heard him too, because she ripped herself free as Orion dropped his hands. She combed her fingers through her hair and pulled down the tank top he’d pulled up while groping her.
“I’m sorry,” he started. “I shouldn’t have—”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” she said, making his head lower in shame, “but… I’m glad you did.”
When he raised his head and looked at her, she grinned and licked her lips.
“Stay for dinner,” he said without thinking twice about it.
“Okay.”
Orion had no idea what he was doing or what was happening. He only knew he wanted more Sage Stannard.
Much more.
****
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