Chapter 46- He said, She said (Part 1)
Taylor was panting after the five miles run on the packed sand of his private beach. Two days. He hasn’t spoken to Kate in two days and it’s not for the lack of trying. If being here wasn’t important then he would have gone back the same night and it frustrated him that he couldn’t.
Sweat-drenched, he dumped his shorts and t-shirt on the tiled floor and stepped into the shower. He loved this shower. It had an overhead spray and two side ones, a marbled bench and enough room for two.
Two. For Kate and for him. He felt the sudden need to bring her out here one day. One day, when he didn’t feel so ashamed of the secret that he kept so well hidden here.
Taylor closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if she was here, standing under the warm water and him rubbing soap over that beautiful body of hers. To cup her firm round breasts, then bend his head to taste her rosy nipples. Desire course through his veins as he anticipated the sound of her breathy sighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips with the water beating down around them like warm rain as he slips deep inside her slick heat...
“Damn it!” Taylor cussed, looking down at himself in dismay before turning the water to icy-cold.
What the hell was he doing?
Dressed again but this time in a pair of jeans and black T-shirt, his feet bare, Taylor went down to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. It was late and all his staff had already retired to bed. He should do the same but his thoughts of Kate wouldn’t let him. He needed to call Brandon. Kate was probably at work and if she didn’t want to pick up his call then he would just have to speak to her through Brandon.
Taylor reached for his phone over the counter before he could change his mind and hit a speed dial button. Brandon answered on the first ring.
In Goarson, Brandon plucked open his briefcase over the courtroom table and grinned.
“Hey, to what do I owe this lovely phone call brother?”
Taylor chuckled. “I’m, uh-” Damn it! This was ridiculous. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.
“Is, uh-” He exhaled heavily through mouth, then allowed the rest of the words to come out, “Kate in the office? I’ve been trying to call her but--”
Brandon frowned over the beige manilla folder as he pulled it out of his leather briefcase. “Kate? Yeah, Why?”
“Would you mind, uh, that is, can I talk to her?”
Brandon chortle a laugh, “Yeah, you can.”
Taylor waited. “Can I talk to her now Brandon?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Now is not a good time.”
Taylor blew out an exasperating sigh. It was bad enough that he had resort to calling Brandon but for him to have to sit through one of his teasing session... he’d be damn.
“Stop playing around Brando. I really need to talk to her.”
“I’m not playing Taylor. I would hand her over the phone but I’m not at the office. I’m downtown. Court.”
Taylor groaned running a smooth hand through his thick black hair. “Can you tell her to call me. I really need to speak to her.”
Brandon grinned. “Why does it sound as though you’re in the dog house?”
Taylor’s brows creased. “What exactly are you insinuating?”
“Me? Nothing. Just, you sound funny. Did something happen?”
“No.” Taylor bit out, then the paused and finally sighed. ” Yes. I don’t know, maybe. That’s why I’m trying to get a hold of her.”
“Well... Alright. I let her know that you called.”
Taylor hung up and walked out on the deck. It was a beautiful night. The sky was filled with millions of stars, the pitch black water of the ocean rolling out towards infinity and the gentle breeze blew around beach dancing through the leaves.
Taylor turned to find his hired nurse standing by the stairs waiting to be acknowledged and when he did, her lips pulled into a low smile, never once did it reach her grey eyes.
Kate stood there looking at the coffee can. Her mind a million miles away. The office was awfully quiet whenever Brandon was out and she hated it. She didn’t like being stuck with her own thoughts.
Two days of evading Taylor’s calls was harder said that done. Maybe she was being foolish but Kayla’s confession did struck a chord, a bitter one. It made her feel as though she really didn’t know him all that well and it hurt because she cared, cared too much about him.
“To hell with it,” Kate said to the coffee can and marched back to her desk and grabbed her phone. She was going to call him and they were going to have this out right now.
There was a brief knock on the door and Kayla’s head peeved through before walking in. She took short strides over to Kate with a bouquet of white roses poorly hidden behind her back.
“Kayla,” Kate said frowning lightly at her. “Brandon’s not in.”
“Good,” Kay replied pushing the bouquet into Kate’s hands. “Because I’m here to see you.”
“Uh- me?” Kate asked, confused as she eyed flowers.
Why would Kay be bringing her flowers?
Kay plucked herself in Brandon’s chair, “Yeah.”
“I got a call from Taylor just now and when I say call, I mean a lecture.”
Kate swallowed. The way that Kayla was looking at her, it told her that she knew. Taylor had told her about them. Atleast she was hoping that it was just her imagination running wild.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you and Taylor were... a thing?”