Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 67

Daniel had two phones: one for work, the other personal.

This time, it was the work phone buzzing.

He clearly didn’t want to deal with it. After glancing at the screen, he tossed it aside.

His gaze fixed on her, intense and smoldering. “Can I kiss you?”

When desire took hold, Daniel’s rationality went out the window—especially in moments like this. Amelia edged away. “No. Work comes first. Answer your phone.”

He looked a little disappointed, but as the phone buzzed again, he pulled himself together and answered his assistant’s call. “This better be important, or you’ll be digging ditches for a living.”

Whatever was said on the other end made Daniel’s brow furrow. He replied, “Got it,” then hung up.

Daniel might be a flirt, but when it came to work, he never slacked off. Amelia guessed something urgent had come up. Honestly, she was grateful for the excuse to escape the heady, confusing tension between them and gather her scattered thoughts.

“Go handle your business. I’m heading home.”

Daniel reached for her, but she was already gone—his long fingers catching nothing but air.

Outside the movie theater, Amelia drew in a deep breath of cool night air.

She raised her hand; her bracelet sparkled under the streetlights, throwing off little bursts of dazzling light.

Daniel had told her he’d revised the design several times—which meant he’d been planning her anniversary gift for quite a while.

That was Daniel for you: all devastating good looks and a silver tongue. If he set his mind to winning someone over, resistance was really just a matter of time.

When had Amelia first started falling for him?

From the very first moment.

It was the kind of instant attraction that etched itself into her heart, making her want to sneak glances at him over and over again.

And, of course, Daniel had caught her.

After representing the Campbell Group at the podium, he hadn’t left. Instead, he cornered her under the big oak tree outside the auditorium.

The rain grew heavier, making it hard to see through the windshield.

The cab driver, frustrated by the slow-moving traffic, spotted a gap ahead and sped up.

Amelia, still lost in the song’s sweet melody, was jolted forward as the car suddenly lurched.

…

The hospital’s emergency room was loud and chaotic.

Amelia, clutching her ultrasound report, finally found an overworked doctor. When he told her everything was fine, she exhaled in relief.

“You haven’t had your hand looked at yet, have you? Come here, let me take care of it,” a nurse called out.

There’d been a pileup, but thankfully the cars hadn’t been going fast. Amelia was buckled in, so aside from a scraped hand, she was all right—though the nurse insisted on cleaning it thoroughly, just to be safe.

When she’d finished bandaging Amelia’s hand, the nurse glanced around. “Isn’t your family here with you?”