Truly Mine by Amy Roe Page A

mine.
    Everything after that happened in slow motion. I’d never done it like this. Every kiss was intense, and every touch was deliberate. I had to pull away and breathe deep a few times to calm myself. As torturous as it felt, I let her set the pace. I didn’t want her to tell me to stop.
    She held my face when I kissed her lips, and her fingers slowly found their way through my hair. I kissed my way to her neck. She moaned in appreciation. When I slid her shirt up, she watched me as I looked at her beautiful body. All signs of that shy girl were gone.
    “Beautiful,” I declared.
    With that, she unclasped her bra and slid her arms out, letting it fall to her lap. She grabbed my shirt to pull me close and then lifted my shirt up and over my head. I was a little taken aback. She was more than not shy now. I had been sure she was inexperienced, but she was now making me feel like the inexperienced one.
    She leaned forward and kissed my chest, her tongue drifting across my skin. I felt something I’d never taken enough time to feel. While it was unbelievably good, it was also the most painful feeling deep in my stomach. I worked hard to calm myself, so this would last as long as possible.
    We kissed and touched every inch of each other’s bodies before she wrapped her legs around my waist, and we had the best sex I’d ever had. Even before we finished, I couldn’t wait until the next time I saw Truly.
     
    For the next two years, I’d made every excuse I could to see Truly. And we saw each other a hell of a lot.
    It’s three in the morning, and I’m awake again. I haven’t slept for more than a few hours at a time. I’m dreaming of her. Having something of hers in my house that I can touch and, in this case, smell is driving me crazy.

    I make it into the office much later in the day than I have ever before.
    Once I gave up on sleep, I sat around in a stupor for hours before taking my time in getting Truly’s case file together. I’m going over everything in the file a second time so that I can sign off on this case and everything that has to do with Truly Rowan.
    I slap Truly’s file on Dara’s desk. “This guy has no case.”
    She huffs and glares at me as I’ve startled her.
    “He does check out as Truly’s stepfather’s son, but his last name isn’t even the same as his dad’s. He never had his father’s last name.” I drop into the chair across from her desk and continue, “Walter faithfully paid child support but never wrote Rodney into his will. When Walter died, all his money went to Truly’s mother, and when she died, it went to her only child. Truly is the sole beneficiary of her mother’s estate, which happens to include Rodney’s father’s fortune. Rodney’s not entitled to a dime of his father’s estate.”
    I have Dara’s full attention with this news. She might even look pleased.
    “Good.”
    She has no idea just how good it is for me. “So, case closed.” I stand and walk over to the window in her office. I look out at the grassy field across the street. “What’s next?”
    The sound of a folder smacking her desk causes me to turn around. “Something you’re going to love, so much so that I wish I had someone else to give it to,” she sneers.
    I smirk and slowly shake my head. “That’s so nice of you, Dara.” I walk to her desk and open the file. Then, I drop into the chair. No. No. This cannot be.
    I look up at Dara as she’s scribbling on a sticky note. She hands it to me and realizes from the look on my face that this assignment does not make me happy at all.
    “What’s the matter? New York is not your idea of a good time?”
    After a long silence, I find the strength to speak, “I just want to be done dealing with Truly.” I scrub my hands over my face. “Can’t you mail these documents to her and have her sign it with a notary?”
    She’s quick to answer, “No, Tyler. I want her signature on these documents—and yesterday. You will have to deal with her