As Silver helped her inside his posh, sporty black Maserati, he bent down and asked, “Sure you have everything you need?” Ever since she had accidentally left her wallet at his place, Silver had made it his responsibility to ensure Lace’s stuff was complete after spending the night with him.
“Yep.” She flashed him a thumbs up sign even as she tried not to let him notice how fast her heart was beating right now. God, she was so helpless. They had been going out for two months now, and his ridiculously good-looking face still had the power to render her dumbstruck.
When he joined her inside the car and started driving, Lace tried to hide another thing: how sexy she found him when Silver was behind the---
“Stop drooling.”
“I’m not!” Lace gasped, but she checked anyway, touching the corner of her lips. Fortunately, it was dry.
“Ah, but it’s the thought that matters, don’t you think?” Silver drawled.
“Your ego knows no bounds.”
“My ego, your pride,” he countered dryly. “We make a good match.”
“No, we don’t.” But they both knew she was only arguing for argument’s sake.
His lips curved. As he slowed down with the light turning red, he murmured, “I need to be in Montreal tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “But you just came back.”
“I know.” Grim regret lined his voice.
“But you said you wouldn’t be flying out for a week.”
“I just received word a while ago. It’s an emergency. I’m sorry.”
She didn’t speak. And she wouldn’t until she was sure she wouldn’t end up bawling like a stupid little kid.
A moment later, she felt Silver taking hold of her hand on her lap. When she glanced at him, he said softly, “I’m doing my best to delegate. So be patient, mm? I promise, this crazy lifestyle will only be for a few months, and then I won’t be flying out as much.” He paused. “When that happens, I want you to think seriously about moving in with me.”
She was so shocked at the suggestion that she threw her hands up and nearly plastered herself to the door, feeling like distance was much needed to let her think. “Whoa there.”
Silver’s gaze gleamed in amusement. “I love it when you react like a twelve-year-old rapper.”
Lace couldn’t even muster enough anger to snipe at him. She shook her head. “Move in with you?”
His smile cooled. “Why not?”
“But…we’ve just started going out?”
“So?”
She threw her hands up again. “You’re the playboy---”
Color stained Silver’s cheeks. “That’s in the past.”
“Fine, then. You’re the ex-playboy. Isn’t having one woman around you supposed to have you breaking out in a cold sweat?”
“Err, no. I think in this relationship, that’s probably you.”
She couldn’t even make herself deny it.
“Wyndham, look at me.”
She didn’t want to.
“Wyndham.”
Ah, God. How to resist that silvery voice?
It was impossible.
Their eyes met.
“I only said to think about it,” he said gently. “Not kill yourself worrying about it. I’m not going to pressure you to do anything.”
She said in a small voice, “I know. It’s just that…” How was she going to tell Slade and her parents about it? What would the boys think about it? Her friends? What did she think about it?
But…
She could be with Silver every moment possible.
She could sleep with Silver every night, wake up with him beside her every morning. She could spend as much time with him as she wanted, enough maybe to convince him to play basketball because she would so love to be his coach---
Inside her jeans pocket, her phone vibrated, and it was like someone throwing a brick in her glass house.
Everything shattered around her.
If they lived together, it would only be a matter of time before he found out everything about her.Everything.
“We’re here.”
The words jerked Lace out of her thoughts, and when she looked outside her window, she realized they were indeed in front of her school building.
“I’ll call you from Montreal, okay?”
The reminder that he was going away again was twice as depressing now. “Yeah.”
“You can say it, you know.”
She was bemused. “Say what?”
“That you’ll miss me.”
Before she could answer, she heard a telltale click and knew Silver had locked her in. “Really, March?”
His eyes gleamed. “Say it.”
She bit her lip. “Just…hurry back.”