Read Online The Boss Vol. 3: a Hot Billionaire Romance by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott - Free Book Online
Authors: Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott
Ads: Link
swallowed hard. No pressure with the truth thing. Nope. None at all.
“Good night, Violet.” Blake headed for the door to the parking garage, lacing our fingers together. “Where’s your coat?”
“I sort of forgot it.”
He released my hand. Was it wrong that I wanted to snatch it back right away? That I craved that simple touch? Such a simple link seemed huge right then.
He sighed and shrugged out of his. My entire body was still numb from the barrage of emotions, but the moment he draped the heavy wool over my shoulders, I shuddered. It was warm from his body, and smelled of him.
Relief seeped into the warming edges. After today, there was no going back. Either he’d understand, or he’d walk away.
He herded me forward with a hand at my lower back. I already missed his hand in the moment since he’d held mine. The dry, heated touch from a palm that was surprisingly rough in spots.
Another question to add to all the others about Blake Carson.
“My car is across the street.”
“It’ll be fine.”
I stopped in the middle of the parking garage. “It’ll get towed.”
“I’ll pay.”
I bristled. What if this entire thing went south? Then I’d have no car to fall back on. “You can follow me home.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I turned to face him. “What if you don’t like what I have to say?”
“I guess we’re both going to take a chance then since you’re being so cryptic.” He took my hand and hauled me across the garage. When the headlights flashed on a Range Rover, I frowned.
Definitely not the car I’d have imagined for him. A sedate BMW, or a sporty one that was all speed and grace—that seemed to fit him. A beast of a car created for off-road exploring? Yeah, not so much.
He opened the passenger side and crowded into me. Before I could figure out if he was going to kiss me or…well, I wasn’t sure what else he’d have done, he boosted me into the SUV and buckled me in. Then he shut the door without a word.
He pulled out of the garage. “All right, where am I going?”
“Head into Marblehead.”
He glanced over at me. “The gallery?”
“No, but not far from it.”
The streets had cleared a little with the late hour. Blake’s company wasn’t exactly in the center of the entertainment district of Boston. We didn’t speak as he navigated the winding streets and roundabouts that created the dizzying infrastructure of the city. Once we hit the straightaway, he took my hand again.
He seemed to understand that I couldn’t really talk. The moment I opened my mouth, there would be such a rush of crazy information, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Not unless he made me stop.
Maybe not even then.
The exit for Salem and Marblehead came into view and we ended up on a long stretch of road with water on either side. I evened out as we left behind the industrial vibe and crossed over into the coastal town that had been my home for so long.
I murmured directions to him the closer we got to the gallery, passing it in favor of staying on Ocean Avenue. The closer were got to my grandmother’s house, the tenser he became.
“Where are we going, Grace?”
“Take a left here.”
His headlights washed over the front of the Cape-style house with the large strip of grass, and stone path to the porch. The pop of gravel under his tires seemed to echo in the quiet night. The hiss and roar of the tide infiltrated our silence.
“Why did you take me to my house?”
I stiffened. “It was my house first.”
He turned to me. Confusion creased the skin above his nose as his brows lowered. “What?”
“It seems you bought my grandmother’s house out from under me when it was in foreclosure.” I opened my door, took my purse, and slid out onto the driveway.
He stared at me through the window, then looked down at his lap.
I drew in a cold sea-scented breath, and marched up the driveway. Instead of going to the front door, I bypassed it for the side of
“Good night, Violet.” Blake headed for the door to the parking garage, lacing our fingers together. “Where’s your coat?”
“I sort of forgot it.”
He released my hand. Was it wrong that I wanted to snatch it back right away? That I craved that simple touch? Such a simple link seemed huge right then.
He sighed and shrugged out of his. My entire body was still numb from the barrage of emotions, but the moment he draped the heavy wool over my shoulders, I shuddered. It was warm from his body, and smelled of him.
Relief seeped into the warming edges. After today, there was no going back. Either he’d understand, or he’d walk away.
He herded me forward with a hand at my lower back. I already missed his hand in the moment since he’d held mine. The dry, heated touch from a palm that was surprisingly rough in spots.
Another question to add to all the others about Blake Carson.
“My car is across the street.”
“It’ll be fine.”
I stopped in the middle of the parking garage. “It’ll get towed.”
“I’ll pay.”
I bristled. What if this entire thing went south? Then I’d have no car to fall back on. “You can follow me home.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I turned to face him. “What if you don’t like what I have to say?”
“I guess we’re both going to take a chance then since you’re being so cryptic.” He took my hand and hauled me across the garage. When the headlights flashed on a Range Rover, I frowned.
Definitely not the car I’d have imagined for him. A sedate BMW, or a sporty one that was all speed and grace—that seemed to fit him. A beast of a car created for off-road exploring? Yeah, not so much.
He opened the passenger side and crowded into me. Before I could figure out if he was going to kiss me or…well, I wasn’t sure what else he’d have done, he boosted me into the SUV and buckled me in. Then he shut the door without a word.
He pulled out of the garage. “All right, where am I going?”
“Head into Marblehead.”
He glanced over at me. “The gallery?”
“No, but not far from it.”
The streets had cleared a little with the late hour. Blake’s company wasn’t exactly in the center of the entertainment district of Boston. We didn’t speak as he navigated the winding streets and roundabouts that created the dizzying infrastructure of the city. Once we hit the straightaway, he took my hand again.
He seemed to understand that I couldn’t really talk. The moment I opened my mouth, there would be such a rush of crazy information, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Not unless he made me stop.
Maybe not even then.
The exit for Salem and Marblehead came into view and we ended up on a long stretch of road with water on either side. I evened out as we left behind the industrial vibe and crossed over into the coastal town that had been my home for so long.
I murmured directions to him the closer we got to the gallery, passing it in favor of staying on Ocean Avenue. The closer were got to my grandmother’s house, the tenser he became.
“Where are we going, Grace?”
“Take a left here.”
His headlights washed over the front of the Cape-style house with the large strip of grass, and stone path to the porch. The pop of gravel under his tires seemed to echo in the quiet night. The hiss and roar of the tide infiltrated our silence.
“Why did you take me to my house?”
I stiffened. “It was my house first.”
He turned to me. Confusion creased the skin above his nose as his brows lowered. “What?”
“It seems you bought my grandmother’s house out from under me when it was in foreclosure.” I opened my door, took my purse, and slid out onto the driveway.
He stared at me through the window, then looked down at his lap.
I drew in a cold sea-scented breath, and marched up the driveway. Instead of going to the front door, I bypassed it for the side of
Similar Books
