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She nods. “Yeah. Ryan is our cousin. He and Cannon own this building together. Ryan remodeled my apartment building. He’s also the one responsible for the gazillion-dollar mansions you see tucked behind those big, tall gates, and those lofts downtown near the port.”
“I love those.”
“Me too.” She presses the call button for the elevator, then glances over her shoulder. “So what did Spencer have to say?”
I turn to face her. “Not much, really. He apologized for being a dick and wants to catch up over coffee.”
“Like a coffee date?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I take another sip of my coffee. “I missed you this weekend. Did you have fun on your getaway with Jesse?”
Her cheeks flush, and she grins. “I did.”
“Oh my God, Heather, you’re blushing.” I laugh.
“Shut up. I am not.” The elevator slides open. “Did you have a good weekend?” she asks.
“Of course I did.” I wiggle my brows as we step inside. “I went shopping in The Village yesterday and got myself some new heels.” I lift my foot.
“Oh, you think you're fancy now?” she jokes, pressing the numbers for our floors.
The sound of heels clicking against the marble floors in hurried steps drags my attention to a blur of hot pink and flailing limbs. “Incoming,” I warn under my breath as I reach out to hold the door.
Tara, the office gossip queen, dashes inside while gasping for air. “Phew. Thanks for holding it,” she says. “This thing takes forever to make its way back down.”
Just as the doors start to slide closed, a hand slips between them, causing the doors to jerk back open. I gasp as the most delicious man I’ve ever laid eyes on steps inside. His presence is overwhelming in this small space.
“Good morning,” he mumbles, and I almost swallow my tongue when our eyes lock.
Fucking hell. He’s beautiful.
His brown hair is short on the sides and longer on top. His eyes are the color of dark chocolate, and a dark scruff lines his jaw. His suit is expensive and looks like it was made just for him.Probably was.
The intensity of his stare is powerful and magnetic, sucking the air from my lungs. I shift on my feet, and his eyes drop to my bare legs, then slowly trail back up to my face.
“Makayla.” Heather’s voice pierces through my thoughts.
I blink slowly before tearing my gaze from his. “Hmm?”
She jerks her head to the side. “This is my brother, Cannon.”
I slide my gaze back to him, then to his outstretched hand.
“Hi.” I smile, taking his hand, and wince. His touch sends an electric current shooting up my arm. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“You too, Makayla.”
My stomach dips at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue.
Tara nudges my foot with the pointy tip of her heel, and I cut my eyes in her direction to see her smirking.
The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors glide open. “See you at lunch,” Heather tells me as Tara and I step out.
Unable to form any words, I just hold up my hand and wave.
“Damn, girl,” Tara hoots. “I would give my left titty to have him look at me like that.”
I laugh off her comment and ask, “Is the other Mr. Davis as attractive as he is?”