Sweetheart – The Morgans of New York Read Online Deborah Bladon

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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I spot Jameson standing at the entrance to the hallway. Dudley squirms so much that I have to put him down. He races toward Jameson at breakneck speed.

“I didn’t think you were home,” I say.

“Home,” he repeats as he stares at me. “I’m home, but unfortunately, I need to take off for a couple of hours. An issue just popped up at Carden. Holden was at the office, but he left for the day, so I’m going to handle this.”

That explains why there’s a gray suit jacket covering the black T-shirt he has on.

His hand dives into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve his phone. He glances at the screen before he shifts his focus to me. “I’ll be back in plenty of time to cook dinner for you, Sinclair. If you’re all right with that.”

I smile before lining up three of the pastel hearts in a row.

Jameson moves to stand next to me, reading the message I spelled out with the candy. “Yes.”

I look into his eyes and nod.

“I’m going all out and wearing a suit tonight.” He chuckles. “It’s a special occasion.”

I bite the corner of my bottom lip. “What’s the special occasion?”

He leans forward to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. “It’s officially our first date. You have plans with me tonight, Miss Morgan.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Jameson

“Look at you being all corporate and shit.” Kalon musses my hair with his hand. “My little James has grown up and learned the meaning of being a responsible and productive adult.”

“You’re an asshole,” I point out with a straight face.

I want to take him into a headlock, but we’re standing on the sidewalk outside the building I just spent the last two hours of my life in.

I handled the issue that had sprung up with a few phone calls and a hell of a lot of patience. In addition to the Carden location set to open in Boston, another is about to launch in Los Angeles.

The manager there had the unfortunate experience of walking into a flooded store this morning. The construction crew hit a pipe and didn’t notice when they left last night. The one saving grace in that mess was that the first shipment of Carden products wasn’t set to arrive there until tomorrow afternoon.

I got the foreman of the construction crew on the phone and ordered him back to the store to clean up the mess. Then I shifted my focus to postponing the shipment until mid-week, so there’s ample time to get the building back in working order.

Kalon glances over my shoulder. “I thought I’d pop by and see you in action, but it looks like you handled the crisis without issue if you’re done already.”

He knows what brought me back to the office today because he texted me while I was on my way here. I explained the situation and that I’d be stuck in the office for at least a few hours. I didn’t expect him to make the trek down here.

Since he’s dressed in a three-piece suit and tie, I suspect he also devoted at least part of his Sunday to the job.

“It’s all taken care of.” I pocket my phone. “I’m calling it a day.”

“Good.” He pats my shoulder. “I’ll buy you a drink before you buy me dinner.”

I laugh. “As tempting as that sounds, it’s a hard pass for me. I have plans.”

“Plans?” He laughs with a perked perk. “What the fuck is it with you and plans? Let me guess. Your plans tonight are to thumb through our old yearbooks to stare at pictures of Sinclair.”

I chuckle. “Try dinner with Sinclair.”

“And her brother and niece?”

I shake my head. “Just the two of us.”

He tilts his chin up. “Like a date?”

Since I used the term when I asked Sinclair to meet me in the dining room for dinner, I own it. “It’s a date. I’m cooking for her.”

“You’re cooking dinner for Sinclair? Tonight?”

Glancing over his shoulder, I nod. “I need to grab a few groceries before I go home, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Wait.” His hand reaches out to press the center of my chest. “When the hell did you go from Sinclair wanting to strangle you to having a date with her?”

“She never wanted to strangle me,” I say, even though she probably has wanted just that every single day for the past two years.

Kalon chuckles. “It sure as hell seemed as though she wanted to when we saw her at Axel Tribeca.”

I sigh. “Things have changed since then.”

Even though a loud truck horn blares from the street, he keeps his gaze on me. “What things have changed?”

“Things,” I stress the one word.

“What things?” he repeats.

I won’t be able to ditch him until I confess, so I do. “We kissed last night.”

He shakes his head. “You kissed Sinclair Morgan last night?”



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