Chapter 21
LACEY
“Idon’t think I can move,” I murmur into the pillow as Walker presses his erection into my ass and rocks his hips.
“Pity,” he jokes, his palm cupping my breast and massaging my nipple in the exact way I like it, the way he figured out last night after getting thoroughly acquainted with my breasts.
And every other part of my body.
“I need a shower,” I whine, “and coffee. In that order.”
“I’m fine with a shower orgasm,” he croons, kissing my bare shoulder, and the mattress moves as he gets up. “I’ll start the water, but get your fine ass up. I have plans for you.”
I yelp as his palm comes down on my backside and hiss when the bastard chuckles, his footsteps barely audible on the hardwood floor.
I could get used to this.
Sighing, I stretch against the soft flannel sheets, smiling at the red snowflakes on the cream-colored fabric.
Being here with Walker has been like a breath of fresh air.
But it’s not just him; it’s everything. Dinner last night with Sawyer and Hallie was amazing, and I’m embarrassed to admit I can’t remember the last time I had dinner and drinks with people, my brother aside, who didn’t want anything from me.
Have I really been so consumed by my career?
I knew that Walker had made a change for exactly that reason, but I’d been adamant that wasn’t going to be me.
As if I’d conjured my life in Chicago, my phone vibrates on the nightstand. Pulling the sheet up to cover my breasts, I snatch up the device and read the message.
KELLER: All hell is breaking loose at the office and it’s the best Christmas present ever
I bet.
I snort out a laugh as three little bubbles appear.
KELLER: I gave your name to a friend. They’re expanding their accounting department and want to be up and running at the start of the new year
KELLER: I emailed you all the info
Stunned, I stare at the words in front of me. Keller and I have always been friendly, but I’d never consider him to be a close friend. Still, I’m grateful for the lead.
LACEY: Thank you so much for thinking of me. I’ll be sure to get in touch with them before the holiday
KELLER: You got it, kid
And there’s why we’re not close.
Darkening the screen, I toss my phone on the bed and stand, a mixture of excitement and foreboding swirling inside me just thinking about the potential lead. This should be a good thing, but ever since I landed in Starlight Bay, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing something.
I couldn’t wait to get out of this small town growing up, but right now, Chicago doesn’t feel like home either. I’m halfway to the bathroom when my steps falter, and I realize that neither place is home. The only place I want to be is with Walker.
Shit.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?