Page 48 of Let it Breathe

"Hell, yeah, I did it for you. I don't go around throwing my money away for no reason."

"You can't buy me, Donovan." I lowered my head.

"Argh," he groaned. "If you aren't the most stubborn, annoying woman I have ever met."

He groaned again and rubbed the back of his neck. I liked it that I still got to him.

"Full disclosure ..."

He smirked.

"What you did, even if it was for the right reasons, hurt me," I said.

He nodded, and the regret in his eyes hurt my heart.

"But I didn't mean what I said back in New Orleans." I stepped closer to him. "What we had was real?"

"Had?" he asked.

"Had." I placed my hands on top of the fence. "Have, but I can't work for you."

"Well, good because you wouldn't be working for me." He rubbed his head. "I'm an investor, remember. Not even a very big one when you break it down. So no problem there."

"Maybe."

He smirked and shook his head.

I rubbed my shoulder. "I do know something you can help me with."

"What's that?" He leaned in; his lips close to mine.

"You remember that chip on my shoulder?"

He grinned.

"It grew back. You think you can help me with that?" I peered up into his beautiful green eyes.

"I don't know," he whispered and licked his lips. "Last time I took care of it, it didn't last very long."

"I guess you'll have to keep doing it until it's gone for good." His lips grazed mine. "That is if you're up for it."

"Try and stop me," he said, and before I could finish rolling my eyes, he kissed me, and I knew he wouldn't stop trying.