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“You’re still here?”
Jude stood in his doorway. Mason glanced at the clock, shocked to see it was approaching six thirty.
“I guess I am.” He rubbed his eyes and stretched the kinks from his back. “Damn, I haven’t moved in two hours.”
“I didn’t figure to see you once five o’clock hit.”
Irritated, Mason saved his files and shut his laptop. “Why is that?”
In that annoying manner he had, Jude simultaneously rolled his eyes and raised a shoulder as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “I mean…it’s summer, and you’re not used to working in an office.”
“So once again, you’re thinking the worst of me.” Growing hot, Mason pushed away from the desk and stood, glaring at Jude. “I thought after I showed you all the work I did today, you’d get off my case. I had my meeting with Pryce, sat through the afternoon conferences until three, and have been working here since then.”
“Off your case?” Jude snorted. “You think I’ve been hard on you? That’s priceless.”
“I didn’t say you were hard on me. I said I was doing my work and you still give me shit. Now I’m going home, unless you have something else for me to do?”
In a perverse way, Mason wished Jude would ask him to stay. He had little desire to pick up dinner and go to his parents’ place. Whoever said you can’t go home again was right, and he made a mental note to get his ass in gear and set up some appointments to look at apartments.
“Nope. Nothing else. I’m leaving too.”
That earlier conversation he’d listened in on popped into his head. “Got a hot date?”
Jude shot him a quelling look, one Mason knew would make any other of Jude’s associates quake in their loafers, but Mason had been on the receiving end of worse from Jude.
“No,” Jude snapped at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked away without another word, and Mason shook his head.
“Jerk,” he muttered to himself, packed up his stuff, and hurried after Jude, who walked with his usual strong, lengthy stride through the empty office.
They rode the elevator together, and he followed Jude down the block. When they reached the corner, Jude stopped abruptly, making Mason almost run into him.
They stood so close, Mason noticed little fiery specks of gold in Jude’s velvety brown eyes. His breath caught, and Jude’s gazed sharpened into something hard. Dark.
Mason licked his lips, and Jude followed the movement with his eyes. Watching the quick rise and fall of Jude’s chest, Mason reached out, his fingertips skimming Jude’s face. Pleasure washed over him as he grazed the man’s sharp jawline. He wanted Jude, and judging by the flush rising on Jude’s face and his glittering eyes, Jude wanted him as well.
And then his hand touched air.
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.
She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe yet can’t stop buying “just one more pair” of black pants. Felice is a happily addicted Bravo and Say Yes to the Dress addict and proud of it. And let’s not get started on House Hunters. Her dream day starts out with iced coffee and ends with Prosecco, because…why shouldn’t it? You can find her procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice’s Breakfast Club.