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Authors: Zoey Derrick

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BOOK: Finding Love's Wings
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The acknowledgement of my desire to wait is there in her eyes as she looks at me. Something else passes over her face, and I feel the now-familiar tingle of emotion run through my body, knotting my stomach in a very good way.
 

We both know that tonight is not the night, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I suspect that she, too, is about done cooling her heels for me.

Slowly we pull back from each other. With her straddling my lap, I pass an Eskimo kiss over her nose. We stay like this for most of the rest of the night.

PART TWENTY

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

As my eyes begin to flutter open, the first thing that comes to mind is an image of Tristan, wet and warm from our hot tub escapade last night. The memory of his hooded, lust-filled eyes is warming my insides and forming an unsatisfied ache between my legs. Tristan's self-control has me weak in the knees; I don't know how much longer I can resist him. I roll onto my side in an effort to stop myself from giving into this urge to go upstairs to his room.

I think about satisfying the ache myself, but when I look at the clock I see I've slept in. It's seven; I only have about an hour before I'm supposed to talk with Trinity about Tristan and the story, and I still have to shower, eat, and get dressed.
 

I clamber into the shower thinking about last night, trying desperately to avoid thinking about our wonderful make-out session. I'm barely keeping it together as it is.

After such a short time I'm afraid of the feelings that are beginning to blossom deep down when it comes to Tristan. While we were discussing Layla last night, I realized that Tristan’s selflessness knows no bounds. Regardless of all the pain that Layla has put him through, he still wants to help her. Today when I talk with Trinity, I'll suggest that she get in touch with Layla's PR people so that they know about her drug use. Layla's team needs to be aware of the path that Layla is headed down. Maybe they can help her.
 

The pregnancy, of course, complicates things, but I would hope it would give her the necessary motivation to get cleaned up and back on the right path. I don't know whether or not she is fully addicted to the drugs she's using or if it's recreational, but if she's pregnant, she needs help no matter what.
 

I was a little surprised that Tristan decided he wasn't ready to know who sent the pictures, but I have a gut feeling that it won't be long before we have that conversation. Unless the person who sent them speaks with Tristan first, which would be my preference.
 

But right now our biggest issue is maintaining Tristan's anonymity in Tarah and keeping him away from public scrutiny. This is definitely something I'm not ready to handle on my own. I'll be grateful for Trinity's advice on that today.

As I put on the fluffy white bathrobe, I hear a knock on the door. The timing is such that it makes me wonder how long they've been knocking. When I reach the door I peer through the peephole and see what appears to be a hotel staff member carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. I smile to myself and reach for the door handle.

"Good morning, ma'am." He nods as he makes his way past me and into the room. "Where would you like your flowers?"

"The coffee table, please." I gesture to the table where my phones and iPad are sitting. Then I notice he's carrying more than just flowers.
 

He places the flowers in the middle of all my electronics, then turns to me to ask, "Are you familiar with a MacBook, Ms. Enders?"

I giggle. The one thing that I didn't bring with me was my MacBook. Shortly before I'd left Phoenix it had met the floor in a not-so-nice way. I hadn't gotten around to picking up a replacement. I had noticed an electronics retailer with an Apple logo in the mall downstairs, but I wanted one of the latest models and doubted they'd carry them.
 

"Very familiar. Is that what you have in your hand?" I say, pointing to the box he is holding.
 

My level of annoyance rises within. No doubt this is the work of Tristan, and after all I've told him, I hope he realizes how unnecessary this gesture is. It’s so over-the-top for an expense for a blossoming relationship.

"Oh. Yes!" He stutters slightly. "Compliments of Mr. Rubble. I believe there is also a card inside the box."

I nod because I'm not sure I can keep the irritation out of my voice. Buying me a Mac is hardly necessary. I'm more than capable of purchasing one on my own. From the looks of the box in the gentleman's hand – George, I can finally see his name tag – I'd been wrong about the store not carrying the most recent models. This is the fifteen-inch, two-point-six gigahertz model with retina display.

"Thank you, George." I paste on a smile and turn toward my purse.
 

"No need, ma'am," he says. "Mr. Rubble took care of it already. Also, your breakfast is on its way up."

"Well, thank you kindly, George. You have a wonderful day."

"You as well. Thank you again," he says and leaves.
 

I walk over to the table to read the card attached to the flowers. It says:

Good Morning My Sweets,
 

I do hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did.
 

I look forward to seeing you again. Tonight? 6:30 in Blu?

I hope each time you look upon these flowers today you will think of nothing
else but me.
 

Have a fantastic day!

Tristan

My, my! Mr. Tristan Michaels wants another date with me tonight? Of course, how can I say no after these flowers?
 

The arrangement is mostly yellow, white, and pink roses. I can spend hours breaking down what this means, but mixed in with the roses are stargazer lilies. Stargazers are by far my favorite flower. The center coloring of these is so bright and vibrant they must have opened up this morning. They're beautiful.
 

Before getting into the box that George placed on the table, I need to let Tristan know I received his flowers and thank him for his delightful gesture. I pick up my iPad and email him, knowing he'll be able to read it from his phone:

Good Morning Yourself Handsome,
 

Sweets, huh? I have a feeling I'll need to get used to that, but no worries, I like it. Your beautiful flowers have taken pride of place upon my coffee table so that while I'm busy working today, I can be distracted by their beauty while thinking of yours.

The MacBook box is a little more daunting and I've yet to open it. So for now, I thank thee for my beautiful flowers.
 

Yours, Cami

While I'm waiting for Tristan's response, there's another knock on the door. I'm about halfway there when my BlackBerry chimes, letting me know I have about ten minutes before my Skype meeting with Trinity. I reach for the door and open it.
 

It's a server with breakfast. A breakfast I didn't order. Regardless, it smells divine. Sitting on the cart is another, though significantly smaller, vase containing purple irises and purple daisies. I have to give him credit, he has great taste in flowers.
 

My BlackBerry chimes again, indicating that a message has been received. Odd. I'd sent my email to Tristan from my iPad.

As the server finishes laying out my breakfast on the dining table I ask, "How can I place a flower order for hotel delivery?"

"Dial star one nine nine on the phone and you will be connected directly to the flower shop."

"Perfect. Thank you so much." I go for my purse again and am quickly shot down. It's apparently already been covered. I nod and he leaves.
 

I return to the coffee table, where my flowers and the ominous box are sitting. Grabbing my two phones, I return to the dining table, take a seat, and uncover my plate.
 

Under the warming cover are two pancakes, two slices of whole wheat toast, two sausage links, two strips of bacon, and two sunny side up eggs. Tristan obviously paid attention Saturday morning. I pick up the syrup and cover my pancakes, grab my fork, and dive in.
 

"Mmm," I moan around a mouth full of pancakes. These are so good.
 

I pick up my BlackBerry, clear the alarm notification, and see the email that has come in. It's Trinity telling me that they are running about twenty minutes late. Realizing I have more time before my meeting, I slow down my breakfast a bit. It's only about a quarter ‘til, so this means I have about half an hour. Normally I might be slightly annoyed at Trinity's tardiness, but I can't, not today. I have breakfast and a very overwhelming silver box to open.
 

I finish the eggs, bacon, and pancakes before picking up my plate and heading back to my chair. I can munch on the toast and sausage while I get set up for the meeting.
 

Now that I have some additional time, I grab the Mac box. Placing it on my lap, I lift the flap. Inside is a shiny silver machine with a light-up Apple on the top. I slide it out of the box and open the laptop. Sitting on top of the keyboard is an envelope with the hotel logo. I hit the power button and open the envelope.
 

While the Mac boots up, I read Tristan's note:
 

My Dearest Cami,
 

This is my gift for you. The idea of you working so hard for me from your iPad gives me overwhelming anxiety. I thought maybe you could use something more substantial to work with.
 

Thank you, Cami, for all that you have done for me and all you plan to do. Please accept this gift as a token of my appreciation.
 

Yours, Tristan

P.S. Your password is 4MysWeet&

Can I really fall for this man? Yes, yes I can.
 

I look at the now powered-up and ready-to-play Mac. No wonder it wasn't wrapped in plastic or anything; Tristan's already set it up for me. The login screen has Tristan's picture as my login icon, but the name underneath is neither mine nor Tristan's: it says "Sweets." I guess I really do need to get used to the nickname.

I type in my password. Immediately, iMessage pops up with a message from Tristan.
 

Tristan: I see you.
 

Sweets: I see you too. Good Morning Handsome! I see you have labeled me as Sweets everywhere.
 

Tristan: It suits you very well.
 

Sweets: It would suit you too, but I think I would get confused by seeing 'Sweets' on both sides of this conversation. LOL!

Tristan: LOL! Yes, it would make it more difficult to follow. When you come up with a nickname for me we can change it.
 

Sweets: What if I already have?
 

Tristan: LOL! Sweets does not count Cami.
 

Sweets: LOL! Fine if I cannot name you Sweets2 then I'm going to come up with a name that suits you best, eventually. :)
 

Tristan: Fair enuf.

Leaning back in my chair, I mull over the idea of Tristan calling me “Sweets.” Sure, in a way I guess it fits, but it's been three days. Is he trying to tell me that his feelings are blossoming as fast as mine are? Or is it truly an endearment for how he feels about me?

I decide to ask.

Sweets: Why did you choose Sweets?
 

Tristan: Because it's short for Sweetheart, and you have proved to me on more than a few occasions that you are a sweetheart, so the name fits.

I smile, liking my nickname better now that I know the reason behind it. I never thought of it as sweetheart, but it works. I have more than a couple of ideas for nicknames for him, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to share.
 

Tristan: Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting right now?

Sweets: LOL! Yes, but Trinity is running late. I have about 3 minutes before my iPad starts ringing.
 

Tristan: Ok, so I have you for three more minutes. First thing’s first. I have loaded your Macbook with a music playlist I created for you. Whenever we are near each other and our machines are on, it will sync to mine automatically. Your iCloud, me account, iTunes and the App Store are all set up under the email address
[email protected]
.
 

Sweets: You know this is really not necessary.
 

Tristan: No it's not, but I wanted you to have something from me to thank you for all that you have done and are doing for me.
 

Sweets: You do realize that what I'm doing or have done is part of the job that Trinity and Vincent are trying to get me to do regularly, right? But I have a feeling that I should not be arguing with you, and simply say Thank You?

Tristan: LOL! Yeah, that would be good. You will lose the argument.
 

Sweets: Fair enough.
 

Man, he has me all in knots. He wants me to have something that reminds me of him, and it just so happens to be a MacBook that I will be using nearly every day. I'm not really sure how I feel about this right now.
 

Sweets: I need to run and put some clothes on real fast. You going to stay online?

I wait for a response for about ten seconds and I don’t see one. Maybe he’s walked away from his computer. I head off to the bedroom for my clothes. As I come back out, my iPad starts ringing. Sprinting to the table, I grab it and press the green button, and I'm being connected with Trinity via Skype.

An hour later I'm finishing up my Skype call when there's a knock on the door. I say my goodbyes to Trinity quickly and get up to answer it. As I approach the door I can hear two men talking.

I peek through the peephole and see two hotel staff members standing with a cart in between them. I can't quite see what is sitting on it, but I have a feeling Tristan isn't done sending flowers. Unlatching the door, I swing it open.

"Good morning, gentlemen. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

The one in front speaks first. "We have a special delivery for 'Sweets.'"

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