Wild For You: Forever Wild #5 by Magan Vernon, Marked Hearts Page B

boxes.” He held up his free hand, flexing his bicep.
    I shook my head as we walked into the building. “Do you even like doing the personal training thing?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess. It makes money and I get to hang out in the gym and get in a bit of a workout too.”
    “But is it really what you want to do? You’ve always said that Vegas was just your stopping point on the way to LA to do music, so why stop?” I blinked, looking at him once we stepped onto the elevator , which was completely empty except for us.
    He smiled and put his hand on my cheek, running his thumb along my jawline. “Because I met you and I didn’t have to keep chasing after something when I realized that the best thing I could ever have was right in front of me.”
    My cheeks grew hot and I had the biggest grin I could ever get on my face. “Why do you have to get all cheesy and romantic on me right when we’re about to go into my office?”
    He took my hand and kissed it. “Because I kinda like you.”
    “I kinda like you too.”
    The elevator dinged for my floor and I almost wished I would have pressed the emergency stop button, but I guess we did have to get out and go into my office.
    We strolled past the rows of cubes and people whispered as we walked by, but I didn’t even stop to acknowledge them. They knew I was leaving to start my own company with Pam and Abbi and if they didn’t like it, then frankly they could go fuck themselves.
    “And this is the place I’ve sat at for the past year,” I said, pointing at my tiny cubicle.
    “You’re not much for decoration, are you?” Wes asked.
    I shook my head. “Didn’t really need much.”
    “I don’t even know what you me to take. Do you even have enough to fill a box?”
    I let go of his hand and grabbed the cardboard box that was folded on the side of my cube. Quickly I folded it into the box shape and set it on the desk. “I do have a few things, like this mug and some pens ...” I put my mug and some pens in the box and a few other items on the desk. Most of it was company propert y likes staplers and the three-hole punch, but I figured if there were ten others in the supply closet then no one would miss one. I even grabbed some of the desk organizers and put it in the box.
    “Valerie, I heard that you were leaving ...”
    I stopped shoving supplies in my desk when I saw my freaking goober co-worker, Rodney, standing at my cube and leaning on it like he was invited to get into my business. Ever since we went to Vegas he’d been acting uber friendly, asking questions and too damn many of them. I just wanted him and his ugly-ass orthopedic sneakers to get the hell out of my cube.
    “Yes, I am.”
    He nodded. “And I see that you brought your husband to the office. Isn’t that nice?”
    “Yeah, we were both at a meeting so he came to help pack up.” I didn’t even look up at him as I cr ammed some more supplies in my box.
    “Husband? I didn’t know you were married.” My cube mate, Lisa, popped her head up like a meerkat over the wall.
    Shit. Now it was time for the whole office to find out about Wes.
    “Yeah, I met Wes here in Vegas. He came to surprise Valerie on the trip,” Rodney said with a satisfied smirk, like he was winning at something.
    “Wesley Cockrell, please to meet you , ma’am.” Wes shook Lisa’s hand and she flushed.
    “Wesley? And a southern man? No wonder you didn’t say anything about him, Valerie, the women in this office would eat him right up.”
    More people popped out of their cubes and journeyed over to mine. It was like a freaking meet and greet with my husband; not exactly what I had in mind for my last day in the office , especially when I really wanted to get as many free office supplies crammed in my box as possible.
    Everyone’s faces looked equally confused when they heard that Valerie Wilder had a hot husband, but no one more confused than Mrs. Flowers, the last person I wanted to see walk to my