That One Moment (Lost in London #2) (11 page)

Blast it all.

Her hands roam up my sides to my shoulders. Then they slide down to my triceps, to my forearms…to…

I pull back, jerking my cuff-covered wrists from her grasp. She’s panting heavily against the wall. Her mouth looks raw and swollen. Her hair is mussed and wild, doing nothing to tamper my needful desire for her.

In short, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my entire life.

I bend over and pick my jacket up off the ground, covering the evidence of our encounter. “Thank you,” I say and turn on my heel, striding down the dark alley and cursing myself a thousand times over for every moment that lead up to that one.

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

“I
’m not kidding, Bruce…You should have seen his face. He looked like I slapped him. I have no bloody clue what I did wrong, or what he was thinking in that moment. Maybe I’m a crap kisser?” I groan and cover my face with my thin afghan as I stretch my legs out to prop on the top rail of my balcony.

After a fitful night’s sleep and thinking of Hayden Clarke the entire time, it’s a new day at last. Bruce and I have been out for our morning stroll, stopped over to the dog shop for a new chew, and now we’re lounging on the balcony, soaking up some rare London sunlight. Anything I could think of to keep myself busy. Brick Lane Market is noisy and bustling with Saturday morning shoppers, street vendors, and traffic. It was a good distraction while it lasted.

Bruce pauses on his new chew and licks his lips, looking at me curiously. “Do you think I’m a crap kisser, Bruce?” I drop down off my patio lounger and grab his wet muzzle to kiss him right on his nose.

He takes this as an invitation to “Bruce Hug” me. Bruce Hugs consist of him walking into me until I’m forced to lie down. Then he flops his entire body on top of me. He’s heavy as hell and he’ll Bruce Hug me for ages if I let him. I think lying on top of me gives him a sense of security by enabling him to keep me right where he can see me.

“All right, Bruce, off you go. I’ve got to get a move on. Leslie is expecting me.” He sneezes in protest.

A bit later, I’m stepping out of my flat, freshly showered, and wearing a pair of denim skinny shorts, brown braided leather flats, and a jeweled print crop top. It’s a beautiful day outside and Leslie’s flat is only a ten minute walk, so I’m able to enjoy my stroll through our neighbourhood. My father wanted me to have a vehicle, but with a Tube stop just around the corner, I talked him out of it. It really doesn’t make sense when there’s only street parking here and my office is so close.

I arrive at the large warehouse that houses Theo’s custom furniture on the lower level and his and Leslie’s flat up above. There are large windows looking into his workshop, and I press my face against the glass to get a good look. It’s filled with various elements of his process and some partially completed projects. Around the corner is a window that looks into a small showroom with an attached office. Leslie has said it’s an appointment only type of studio and I immediately see why. From everything I can see, his work is exquisite. He has somehow captured the beauty of a rustic country style with a fresh and modern design. I imagine his work is coveted and high-priced.

I enter the side door by the garage that Leslie told me would be open. I’m greeted by steps to the left and the shop entrance straight ahead. She said the steps would lead right up to their flat door, so I reach the top and knock, shifting my gift bag in my hand as I wait.

When the door opens, my face is eye level with the most adorable red-haired baby I’ve ever seen. I presume the masculine blond-dusted forearms wrapped around her are Theo’s until I catch sight of familiar brown leather cuffs. I’m stunned when my gaze lifts to find Hayden’s grey eyes peering down on me.

“Hayden!” I exclaim in surprise.

“Vi…What are you doing here?” His face appears just as confused as mine.

I look around for a moment, like I’m in the wrong place. “I’m here to meet Marisa.”

“I didn’t know you were coming around. You never mentioned.”

“I didn’t know you were visiting as well,” I state, grabbing my hair, twisting it around my hand, and releasing it nervously.

He adjusts Marisa, who’s facing out in his arms, and she makes an adorable growly sound. She grabs hold of Hayden’s leather wrist cuff with her chubby digits and tries awkwardly to get it to her mouth. “I’m not visiting. I live here.”

This shocks me. “Since when? I thought this was Leslie and Theo’s flat.”

“It is. I erm…live with them.” He looks rather embarrassed.

“Oh.” I glance back down at Marisa and reach out to touch her hand. She instantly wraps her fingers around mine and tries to pull them to her mouth. “Had I known, I wouldn’t have—”

“Wouldn’t have come?” he asks, a peculiar frown marring his face.

I stare up at his fallen expression. “No, I just mean. I don’t know what I mean.” My cheeks heat. I know exactly what I mean, but I don’t have the nerve to say it. This feels awkward, especially given that all I care about right now are the reasons for his abrupt exit last night.

“Vi!” Leslie sings suddenly from inside the flat and comes rushing over to greet me. She moves past Hayden and brings me in for a hug. She’s dressed in yellow and black polka dot leggings with a long, billowy, green tank. She makes mummyhood look fun and fashionable with her ever-present eclectic style. She beams proudly. “You made it! I’m so pumped. This is Marisa, as you can tell. And your timing is perfect. She’s actually having a great morning, isn’t she Hayden?”

He nods in agreement as Leslie drags me from the steps and into their flat. It’s all wide open with super high ceilings and tons of natural light pouring in from the sweeping industrial windows. It’s very modern and bright with all white walls and several familiar-looking grey wooden furniture pieces taking place of pride throughout the flat. An open staircase leads up to what looks like a loft bedroom. At the same time I peruse, Theo comes bounding down the steps in joggers and a white T-shirt, putting his glasses on and looking a bit groggy.

“Hiya, Vi. How are you?” he asks, coming in and dropping a friendly kiss to my cheek. Then he strides over to Hayden and takes Marisa in his arms. He kisses her over and over on the side of her chubby cheek and she makes a cute gurgled squeal. “Morning, beautiful. You miss me?”

“Theo was up most of the night with her,” Leslie explains. “She wouldn’t sleep. Hayden kept him company for a good bit of it I think.”

Hayden looks at me sheepishly, like he’s uncomfortable with the fact that I’m learning so much about his life in one quick meeting. “Well, she’s gorgeous, Leslie. I’m only sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Can I hold her?”

“Yes…But don’t feel bad if she starts crying,” Leslie adds. “She hates everybody.”

“Not me,” Hayden grumbles defensively.

“Yes, Hayden, you’re special. Marisa loves Uncle Hayden,” Leslie says in a cooing tone.

“She loves Daddy too.” Theo gives Marisa one final smooch before he passes her off to me. He turns to approach Leslie for a hug while murmuring good mornings to her next. I hear Leslie make a smart remark about how she’s number two now, and the two of them playfully quarrel while I cradle Marisa in the crook of my arm. She instantly starts fussing and I struggle to find the right way to hold her so she relaxes.

“Try facing her out,” Hayden offers helpfully, his grey eyes watching me thoughtfully.

I turn her around so she’s facing Hayden and he smiles proudly as she settles. “You know her rather well,” I say, feeling mildly impressed.

He shrugs. “Comes with the territory. It was sort of survival one-o-one to live here.”

“Where do you sleep?”

“There’s a guestroom down that hall.” He points behind himself to an area just off the sunken living room. “I’d ask if you want to sit, but that’s when the fussing usually commences.”

“I’m fine standing,” I say. “So how are you?”

His eyes turn a cold grey as he nods dismissively. “Just fine, thanks. You?”

“Good.” Well that told me absolutely nothing.

“Vi! Oh my God, I completely forgot!” Leslie exclaims, snapping mine and Hayden’s pensive eyeballing away from each other. She rushes over to the large dining room table covered in several floral centrepieces and other various items left over from last night’s event. She searches around for a moment before she finds what she’s looking for and turns to me. “You won!”

She’s holding the trinket box that I bid on last night. My eyes alight! “Seriously?”

Leslie smiles broadly. “I know, you lucky duck. You get to go on an amazing holiday!”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“The holiday you bid on. It’s a weekend in Barcelona. I’m so jealous I’m not even happy for you.”

I frown. “Oh, crap. I didn’t even realise. I was just bidding on the box.”

“What do you mean?” Theo asks, eyeing me sternly as Leslie resumes her position in his arms.

I shift Marisa in my grasp before replying, “I really only wanted the box. I have a gift idea in mind for my dad and the box…I don’t know…It just called to me. Do you guys know where they came from? I’m hoping to find four more.”

They all stare at me, completely gobsmacked. Leslie speaks first, “Vi, you bid six hundred pounds for a box?”

I immediately flush with embarrassment. “I just saw it as a donation,” I reply meekly.
Christ, Leslie, did you have to blurt it out like that?

Hayden’s stare is piercing through me so hard I can hardly look at anyone else.

Leslie laughs, “Vi, you do know that Hay—”

“Congratulations,” Hayden interrupts her. “I hope you still enjoy the trip, regardless. It is donated and paid in full already.”

Theo adds, “We can find you more boxes, I’m sure.” He and Hayden exchange a look like they are having a silent conversation, making me feel more confused than ever.

Leslie eventually ushers me into the kitchen area to make us some tea. Hayden and Theo respectfully retreat to the living room and turn on the telly. We chat for over an hour about work drama, China nonsense, and all things baby. We have a good laugh at Benji’s expense I’m afraid. When you get pissed out of your mind like that and kiss Hayden on the lips, you’re setting yourself up to be laughed at. Beyond all that, I give her the little outfit I picked up for Marisa from a street vendor near our office. It’s very colourful, just like Leslie. I miss having that colour with me at work every day.

By the time I get ready to leave, my arms feel like they are about to fall off. I can’t believe how holding a tiny baby can feel like such a workout. Leslie grabs Marisa from me and hands me the keepsake box. As she begins to show me out, Hayden hops up from the couch and jogs over. “I’ll walk you home,” he says and Leslie eyes him with a frown.

“Do just help yourself, Hayden,” she states sarcastically. “Maybe ask Vi if she’d like to be walked home by you first, you cocky bugger.”

“May I walk you home?” He flashes me a sheepish half smile and stuffs his hands into his jean pockets.

This is a different man than the one I saw last night. He’s not moody and defensive. He’s not sexual and prowling. He’s…shy. I arch a curious brow. “By all means.”

I giggle at Leslie’s goofy expression and give her and Marisa a big hug goodbye. Then I wave to Theo before I follow Hayden down the steps. Now holding my prized box, I know just how perfect it will be for what I have in mind.

We make our way out into the unseasonably warm summer day. We walk wordlessly for a couple of blocks and I force myself not to be the first to break our silence. It’s hard because he’s even hotter in his casual Saturday wear. A pair of perfectly fitted jeans with a big brown belt and a short sleeved, black, V-neck T-shirt. Coupled with his leather cuffs, his layered watch, and leather sandals, he’s got me reliving the kiss we shared in distinct detail…despite his multiple personalities.

“You’re quiet today,” he finally says after we’ve walked for a couple quiet minutes. “That’s…different.”

“I’m just unsure what to think right now,” I state.

He nods thoughtfully. “I’m sorry. I just…got spooked. That kiss was—”