The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I keep my thoughts to myself, beam at Jake with a smile as he stands to walk us out, and try not to react in any way to the hand holding, even when Arrick’s grip tightens and he moves so close to me that his arm rests against mine.

“We’ll drive rather than fly. I think she needs the time to think things through before we face Leila.” Arrick pulls me with him as we turn to leave the office, lifting my black cardigan from the chair for me and guiding me to the door.

“I’ve never understood your aversion to the jet; it cuts travel time by three hours. Why do you hate flying so much?” Jake grins at his brother and is met with a shrug.

“I guess I’m just not as flashy as you. I prefer the simpler things in life. Cars that don’t require neck braces to drive them, and keeping my feet planted firmly on the ground, taking things more slowly with less possibility of death.” Arrick smiles at his brother, leaning in for a male shoulder to shoulder hug from Jake, and a solid pat on the back. Jake leans in and throws a kiss on my cheek, slides a hand over my head like he’s stroking a cat and waves us both away.

“Wuss.” Jake goads him, but Arrick just shrugs and pulls me out through his assistants’ connected office. She is no longer sitting there but the doors are all open.

“Call ahead and tell them we will leave later today. We will probably get there late evening and stop somewhere to eat first. I have some things to deal with before we go.” Arrick turns to face his brother at the door and Jake leans into the frame casually.

cheekily. “She’s a runner, and she hasn’t yet been chipped.” He ducks as I aim a slap at his shoulder. Gone is the commanding bossy father figure, and that annoying Carrero pain in my

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someone who went quiet and just sorted shit out while he drove us anywhere. I find it strangely reassuring to watch that focused frown, the gears turning in his head and taking the quiet time to be still with everything. He hasn’t said anything for at least the last half hour. The

my eyes on his profile for the tenth time. I’m trying my hardest to evaluate how long I’ve been in love with his face, or if

way I am staring at him, yet again. “Can you also stop doing that.”? He adds with a smile and I

not going to ask me why I’m staring at you?” I ask petulantly. “What goes on in my head while I’m doing so?” I look back at

instantly. I too squint out at the sudden dramatic weather change and know for a fact he will make us stop now. His car doesn’t handle well in the wet at the best of times, and even though he is a proficient driver, I know how

place there, look.” I point through the waterfall view to a flashing McDonalds’ sign on my side and he nods. Maneuvering us so we are soon off the main road and following the

car and looking around for something to use as a shelter. “Stay there until I

with one hand and he pulls me into him, so I’m molded to his body, an arm tight around my waist so we’re both under shelter. I’m more than aware of how flustered this little maneuver makes me, aware of every part of my body tingling like crazy, and how he makes me feel held this way. Overly aware of the difference in our body types

dash for the automatic doors across the car park. I squeal as rain and puddles splash up around me and my naked legs, in shoes that let everything in. Hiding my face against his chest as we get into the calm interior of the