Lawrence’s chest squeezed and squeezed, like someone had wound a huge rubber band around him and was twisting it tighter and tighter.
And tighter.
He’d heard what Maizee had said.
I love you.
I love you.I don’t want to spend the holidays alone.
I don’t want to spend the holidays alone.He loved her too, and he definitely didn’t want to spend his holidays alone.
“You have a nice office,” she said, and Lawrence saw her slipping into her freaked out mode. “I haven’t been here long,” she continued, glancing around and then turning back to the windows. “I swear. And I didn’t touch anything.”
“Maizee,” he said, drawing her back to him. “You love me?”
She threw up her arms in exasperation, and her chin wobbled. “Do I have to say it again?”
He nodded, advancing toward her again. “Yes. Yeah
