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it does; I just don t know any women who do shots of Jack Daniels straight.
You do now, she said as she threw back the shot. I was in awe of this girl, this woman that was
sitting across from me. She put the shot glass down on the bar and cocked her head.
I thought you didn t do sleepovers, Mr. Black?
I looked at her and grinned, I don t, Miss Lane. I never have, but tonight I made an exception for a
friend because I felt she shouldn t be alone.
I poured another shot of whiskey and held up the glass. Another shot? I asked.
Are you trying to get me drunk? she smiled seductively.
Damn that smile. I put my hand in my pocket and cocked my head to the side. Should I be? I
grinned. She threw back the second shot and sat down on the couch. She looked worried. I sat down
next to her with my glass of scotch and asked her if she was ok. She looked up at me with her angelic
blue eyes and smiled.
I was just thinking about how I can visit my mom and dad s grave when I m back in Michigan.
When was the last time you visited them? I asked.
Just a little over a year ago. I stopped by for a visit the day before Kyle and I moved to New
York.
Just hearing his name made me angry. I m not sure why. I should be thanking the bastard, because if
he wouldn t have left, then I never would have met Ellery. I looked at her as she stared straight into
my eyes and spoke about how she wants to be cremated when she dies. I narrowed my eyes at her and
told her to stop talking like that. It was something I didn t ever want to think about. She continued to
go on about how she doesn t want people to mourn over her, and she wants them to remember the
good times they shared. She was really beginning to irritate me with all this talk about death. I told
her to stop because she was talking as if she was going to die tomorrow. Then she said something that
frightened me.
You never know what each day will bring, and that s why I believe that nothing lasts forever.
I got up from the couch and took her hand, helping her up.
Ok, I think Mr. Daniel s has gotten to you. Let s get some sleep; I have to work in the morning.
I led her upstairs and showed her to the guest room. I turned around and grabbed the door knob,
Good night, Elle, sleep well, I spoke as I walked out of the room and down the hall to my bedroom.
I took off my clothes and climbed into bed. I laid there, thinking about Ellery and how serious she
was about her own death. How could she think of such things? The more I thought about it, the more it
made sense; death has always been a part of her life. I tossed and turned. I tried to get comfortable,
but I couldn t. I got out of bed and slowly walked down the hall toward her room. I stood outside the
door and listened; there was silence. I m sure the shots of Jack helped her sleep. I made the decision
that I was taking her to Michigan as I didn t want her going alone.
The next morning, I showered and headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I called the bakery
down the street and had a dozen bagels delivered. I wanted to make sure Ellery had something to eat
when she woke up. I sat down at the table and opened my laptop. I had some emails to go over and
meetings to reschedule for when I came back. Not too long after I sat down, Ellery came walking into
the kitchen. I looked at her, and my heart started to beat rapidly. She was wearing black yoga pants
that hugged her hips and ass perfectly and a pink tank top that was way too sexy on her. She had her
hair up in a high ponytail. Damn, I was getting aroused again just looking at her. I needed to get my
mind off her body and tell her I m taking her to Michigan.
Good morning, Ellery, I hope you slept well, I smiled.
She walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from me.
There are bagels over there; please have one.
She politely declined. I sighed and told her she had to eat.
I never eat when I first get up, but don t worry, dad, I ll have one in a little bit, she said in a
cocky way.
I tried not to smile, but it was inevitable, because even first thing in the morning, she was a smart
ass. She stared at me as I was typing. I looked up and over my laptop at her.
What are you doing? she asked.
This was my opportunity to tell her about our road trip to Michigan. I was a little nervous about
how she was going to react.
Just sending some emails and rearranging some meetings.
Did you over-schedule or something? she asked in cute way.
I looked up at her as she took a sip of her coffee. You question everything, don t you? I asked.
She looked up at the ceiling and smiled, I guess I do.
I asked her what her plans were for the day, and she told me that she was going to volunteer at the
soup kitchen. She said that no matter what their problems were, they were homeless and needed help.
Her kindness and charitable nature really had an effect on me. I ve never met anyone like her. I
finished up what I was doing and closed my laptop.
I rearranged my meetings because I m taking you to Michigan, I said as I sat and waited for her
reaction.
What? she asked.
I know she likes to argue, but she wasn t winning this one. I got up from the table and set my cup on
the counter. It s not up for discussion, Elle; we re leaving tomorrow morning, and we re driving.
Driving? That s a 10 hour drive, Connor! she exclaimed.
I looked at her from across the kitchen as she stared at me with a shocked expression on her face.
Do you have a problem being in a car with me for 10 hours? I casually asked her and was afraid
that she was going to yes.
No, but&
I walked over to the table and stood over her. She looked so beautiful, sitting there drinking coffee
and giving me an attitude about driving. It took everything I had not to reach out and run my finger
along her jaw line or kiss her as she lifted her head and looked at me. It was getting harder to resist
her. I didn t even know if she wanted me. I need to call Dr. Peters and see him before we leave
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