Page 38 of A Million Times, Yes

I slowly nodded.

“Yeah, I was right. Jordan, you’re fucked.”

The anger was building each time he said it. “Gavin—”

“You’re not just rich—you’re billionaire-rich. That’s a level she’s not prepared for and a level she doesn’t want to mess around with, given her past. There’s no coming back from that.”

“What are you saying? That the one time I actually like a woman I can’t have her?”

He held the edge of my desk with both hands. “I’m saying if that’s how she really thinks, yes, you’re fucked.”

Maya:How’s the jaw feeling?

Me:The pain wouldn’t stop me from licking you for another three hours tonight.

Maya:Really? Because I could tell you were hurting during our run this morning.

Me:Why don’t you come over and I can prove it to you.

Maya:You want me again? Tonight?

Me:Yes.

Maya:That’s two nights in a row, Jordan. That feels very date-ish to me.

Me:And what if it is?

Maya:I wouldn’t hate it.

Me:Neither would I.

“Uncle J!” my nephew, Ben, shouted after he threw open my office door and came running through the room, stopping to jump on my lap.

He was the only person in the world I wouldn’t berate for not knocking.

“My boy.” I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head through his dark-brown locks. “I didn’t know you were coming in today. What a nice surprise.”

“Jenny dropped me off after school ’cause Dad wants to go to the field and toss around the football.”

I didn’t know what Gavin would do without that nanny. She’d been a lifesaver from the moment she was hired and the most important person on Gavin’s payroll.

“I wish your dad would have invited me.” I leaned back to look at him. There were no cuter eyes than his large bright-blue ones. I held his shoulders and smiled.

“Daddy says you’re going to be busy with Maya. Whatever that means.”

Of course Gavin would say that, the motherfucker.

Still, I laughed my ass off. “Your dad is one wild man, you know that?”

He exhaled loudly. “Iknooow.”

“Let’s hit some balls.”

I carried Ben over to the putting green I’d had installed in the back of my office, handing him a putter. “How was school today? And how’s your girlfriend?”

He stuck his tongue out at me. “Ick.”

I stood at the base of the green and tapped the ball, watching it roll right into the hole. “Come on. There was someone you were just crushing over last week. What was her name? It was a fruit. Apple? Tangerine?”