My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 179

Emily Blair’s wrist was starting to ache from the constant kneading.

She spoke quietly, “If I’m giving you a good enough massage, then maybe don’t kick me out later, okay?”

Andrew Lane let out a low “Mmm,” his tone suddenly lighter, almost amused.

Emily continued, “By the way, I actually learned this massage at that spa on the east side of town. You could just go there next time—no need to bother me again—”

Knock, knock, knock—

“Andrew…”

Someone was still knocking on the door, their voice filtering in from the hallway.

Emily pressed her lips together and muttered, “Well, why don’t you tell them to leave? And while you’re at it, maybe get Amelia Lane to come over.”

She turned her head, eyes wary, watching the lounge door.

“Andrew, is Isabella in there with you?”

Emily was so focused on the door that she completely missed Andrew Lane’s hand reaching over.

In a flash, his cool fingers seized her wrist.

She jolted at the coldness of his grip—and before she could react, Andrew gave a sharp tug, pulling her off balance.

A startled cry escaped her throat as she pitched forward.

“Ah!”

She bent at the waist, collapsing against Andrew’s back, her face just inches from his, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin and catch the rhythm of his breath.

They were so close—far too close. For a split second, her mind went completely blank.

Then, snapping back to herself, Emily scowled and hissed, “Andrew Lane, what the hell are you doing?”

Emily blinked, slowly.

She’d never actually been in a situation like this in her life, but with all her memories from before, it was painfully obvious what grandpa Kevin was implying.

He thought she—Isabella Austin—was in here with Andrew, fooling around.

And apparently, she’d even made some rather indecent noises.

The realization made Emily yank her hand out of Andrew’s grasp.

Meanwhile, somewhere across town, Isabella Austin kept glancing down at her watch, urging the driver in a tense whisper.

“Hurry up, I’m going to be late.”

The driver replied quietly, “I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Take me straight to the lounge,” Isabella said. “Andrew’s waiting for me there.”