Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)(47)



“You’re so beautiful,” I replied, pushing my hips further into him, grabbing his head and leading him back to my mouth.

Being with Bo was like throwing myself into the ocean; invigorating and breathtaking. The swell of my orgasm built like a tidal wave, and I dug my fingers in to his back; he quickened his pace in response. We climaxed nearly in unison, our bodies keeping the beat of our love song.

When our breathing returning to normal, Bo lifted my chin. “ I wanted to tell you something the other night . . . but you fell asleep.” He looked nervous.

“Anything,” I shifted through my lashes to focus on his face.

Bo pressed his lips against my forehead.

“I love you too.”





Chapter Fifteen

My face flushed and my eyes filled with fresh tears as Bo kissed my lips and spoke again.

“I love you, November Blue Harris,” he breathed in to my ear.

“I love you, too, Bowan.” A single tear glided down my cheek in blissful ecstasy.

“You mean you don’t want to call me Spencer?” He teased.

“Not if I don’t have to,” I grumbled, thinking of work. Call your boss. “Hey, you said I fell asleep the other night when you wanted to tell me - but you were already asleep when-”

“When you told me?” Endearment eddied in his eyes.

“You heard me?”

Bo shrugged, “I wasn’t asleep.” He flashed the most all-American smile I’d ever seen. “I wanted to tell you the second I woke up, but you were gone. When I saw you on that beach playing the guitar, Ember, it was as if my world had stopped. I loved you more in that moment than I even had the night before. I was in awe. You rendered me speechless and I wondered all day if I could find a word better than love to express my feelings for you. I couldn’t. The word is so simple, so beautiful, but so complex - so you.”

Do people really say things like this? I need a fainting couch.

“You’re unbelievable in the most brilliant way.” I kissed the dimple left exposed by his lingering grin.

I sat in awe, once again, at his beauty. He was physically flawless – the kind of perfection you only find in books; but also kind, gentle, talented, sweet, caring, and protective. He survived his parents’ death and took care of his sick sister as she battled drug addiction, ultimately leading him to my office door. The thought of how we met drained the color from my face and my mouth frowned in thought.

“What is it?” Bo sat up.

“I’ve got to call my boss. I don’t feel right continuing this without letting her know. It’s the right thing to do.” I took a deep breath and got out of bed to put clothes on.

As I walked out to the living room to get my cell phone, Bo hollered down the hall.

“Always in your head, Harris!”

“Ha! Not since I met you, Cavanaugh.”

A newfound feeling of freedom came from choosing happiness, wrapped in Bo Cavanaugh and his friggen guitar; a feeling I wanted to carry with me for a long time. I took a deep breath and dialed my boss’s number.

“November? I’m surprised to hear from you, are you feeling OK?” Carrie’s concern sounded genuine. Thank you for food poisoning, Bo.

“I’m feeling a little better, just really dehydrated at this point. Thank you for understanding. We all had the fish last night,” I lied.

“Glad to hear it, we’ll need you ladies healthy for Concord on Monday.” Right, that.

“Carrie, that’s sort of why I called . . .”

“What is it?” Carrie’s tone was suddenly anxious.

“Bo-er- Spencer Cavanaugh and I actually met the Friday before he came in to our office for the meeting with all of us. Monica and I saw him performing at Finnegan’s, he uses his middle name, Bowan, or Bo, except for business when he uses his birth name, Spencer.” Words emptied from my mouth with barely enough grace to sound like an adult. Bo entered my living room and sat on the couch next to me.

“Well, that would certainly explain the awkward tension I felt between the three of you on Monday,” Carrie laughed. “It’s no big deal, kind of funny actually.”

“Yeah,” I drew out for effect, “see, we spent a lot of time together that weekend, because we really hit it off on Friday night. We were so involved with talking about music and our families, we never talked about work. I-”

“You like him?” Carrie cut off, her tone still light.

“Yes. Very much. I tried to keep everything separate and private this week. I was hoping to wait until we decided if we were going to partner with DROP. You know, why make an issue when there doesn’t need to be?” My face was an inferno of embarrassment and nerves.

Bo laughed to himself as he patted my leg. Glad you find this amusing.

“November, it’s fine,” Carrie reassured, eliciting an exaggerated sigh on my part. She laughed, “I appreciate your disclosure; it shows real maturity on your part. I suppose since Spencer, Bo, whoever,” she chuckled before continuing, “runs DROP, his personnel staff doesn’t have an issue with the relationship, and neither do I.”

“Carrie, thank you so much for understanding.” I gave Bo the thumbs-up.

“The only time we’d have to worry about it is if there is a dissolution of the relationship, and thereafter.” The word “dissolution” pinched my heart, but she was right.

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