by R. C. Martin
Dane and I have never struggled with working together professionally. In truth, we work exceptionally well together, which is why Maverick thought it would be fitting for me to continue my training with the man who has been cheering me on since the moment he learned of my dream of becoming a lawyer. It was lovely being mentored by Maverick for a year, but I feel like here at the firm, I’m where I belong with Dane. I’m sure he agrees, which is why I know his stern treatment of me as of late is not coming from my boss, but my husband.
“We agreed,” he mutters, walking toward me. “No more—”
“No more late nights. I know. I just feel good right now, and I was really close to—”
“It’s almost eight. You haven’t eaten, have you?” he asks, kneeling beside my chair and sliding his hand over my belly.
My stomach flutters at his tenderness, and I place my hand over his as I reply, “Not yet.”
“Wrap it up. We’re leaving.”
“Yes, all right. I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“Good.”
He stands, kissing my forehead as he rises, and then exits the room. With the intention of being true to my word, I clear my workspace for the day, stacking the files I’ll dive into tomorrow morning neatly on top of the box on the table, and then tuck my feet into my heels. I grab my blazer from off of the chair and shrug it on as I make my way toward Dane’s office.
While I have a desk downstairs with the other second year associates, I usually abandon that workspace after five. If I’m not working on anything in particular, I’ll make myself comfortable in Dane’s office. Though, on nights like tonight, when he’s got me assigned to something that requires me to spread out, or if I’m working with someone else, I like to claim one of the smaller conference rooms.
Dane’s walking toward his office door as I arrive, and I wait for him to meet me on the other side. He reaches for my hand, and we take our leave for the evening. It isn’t until we get into the elevator that my long day starts to hit me. My weekend trip with Ellery was only three days, but I felt like I had to play catch-up all morning, which meant a busy afternoon.
Thinking about my sister reminds me of the email notification I got earlier today. After Dane opens my door for me and I climb into the passenger seat of the Benz, I take out my phone and pull up my email app.
As soon as Dane is seated beside me, he grumbles, “Sigourney, if that’s work—”
“Baby, it’s not. Elle sent me an email. I promise you, I’m going to read it and then I’ll put my phone away. It’ll be just me and you for the rest of the night.”
He jerks his chin in a nod, and I fight a grin.
I love it when he gets all alpha on me.
from: Ellery Reinhart
to: Sigourney Croft
date: Mon, Oct 18, 2021 at 1:43pm
subject: Sisters Weekend!
Hey, Mama!
It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I saw you last, and I already miss you. If I didn’t tell you a half a dozen times already, Miami was amazing. Thank your husband for insisting we take an early birthday trip for you. I already thanked Pryce for being daddy all weekend! Well, I think I thanked him—it might have been him thanking me for coming back. He swears my boobs are magic and the only thing that make Jack-Jack truly happy. I’d argue that he’s ridiculous, but they kind of are magical and marvelous. (You know I’m still totally in love with my milk-rack.)
Wow—did I really just write that much about my breasts? I might be a little tired. I was back on mommy duty last night. Anyway, speaking of mommy duty—I know I told you this a million times, but after holding my baby through the night, I realized I have to say it again. I’m so happy for you, sis. Seems like Dane barely had to try before he knocked you up! But, in all seriousness, I just want to tell you to enjoy every minute of the journey. Before you know it, you’ll be waking up in the middle of the night to cradle and feed your five-month-old baby, and you’ll wonder where the time has gone.
Anyway, I’ve go to go, but I’ll call you in a couple of days.
Love you!
Elle
There’s a place where your mind can escape, your body can find rest, and your heart can soar – and R.C. Martin wants to take you there.
R.C.'s journey into the world of indie-publishing began like so many of her peers – with a big dream and a basket full of rejection. Confident that she’d one day pen a book someone would say yes to, she spent years crafting stories which became the foundation of her craft. When she’d finally written “the one,” she just knew – and there was no rejection strong enough to stop her from sharing her novel with the world. In 2015 she published her debut, and the rest, as they say, is history – only far more romantic.
In a voice all her own, she strives to capture the magic of a kiss, the passion in a lovers’ embrace, and even sometimes the breathtaking ache of a broken heart. A true believer in the power of love and the grace found in redemption, you can trust this hopeless romantic to take you on an emotional ride that leaves you forever changed.
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Also by R.C. Martin
Heartless
Savior Series
Guarded
Tethered
Severed (Coming Soon)
Tennessee Grace Series
Background Noise: A Tennessee Grace Short
Backwoods Belle
Mountains & Men Series
Encore Worthy
Worthy of the Harmony
Worthy of the Dissonance
Worthy of the Melody
Made for Love Series
The Promises We Keep
Reckless Surrender
The O’Conners
So Much More
The Holloways
Fool For You
Chasing After Me
