Emily’s voice was cool, almost distant. “What do you want now, Mr. Lane?”
Andrew picked up the bag sitting next to him. “I told you I had a gift for you. I’m downstairs.”
Emily paused, thrown off for a second. She was pretty sure she’d never given him her address.
She frowned. “You’re downstairs? At my building?”
“That’s right,” he replied, sounding way too casual. There was a hint of a laugh in his voice. “I got your address without asking. Hope you’re not mad, Ms. Blair.”
Emily walked over to her living room window and looked out. Sure enough, a black SUV was parked right at the entrance to her complex.
She ignored his question, her brow still furrowed. “There’s really no need for this. I don’t need anything. You should head home, Mr. Lane.”
His smile faded a little, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Should I bring it up to your door, or do you want to come down and get it?”
Her patience was wearing thin. “Mr. Lane, please just take it back. I’m not going to accept it. I’m hanging up now.”
Andrew had pretty much expected her reaction, but it still felt like a weight pressing down on his chest.
“I’ll wait for you at the gate,” he said quietly.
Emily scowled and ended the call.
She glanced out the window one last time. The SUV was still parked right where it had been.
With a small shake of her head, she turned away, grabbed her pajamas, and headed to the bedroom. Honestly, a guy as proud as Andrew Lane wasn’t going to wait outside for long. He’d probably leave soon, and she wasn’t about to stress over it or go downstairs just because he was waiting.
Feeling completely justified, Emily went into the bathroom to shower.
She washed her hair, so by the time she was done, it had been at least half an hour. She’d already pushed Andrew from her mind. She grabbed her hairdryer from the living room and started drying her hair, humming to herself.



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