Chapter 37

Jamie was in the middle of a meeting about coffee ad conversion rates when his phone buzzed on the table.
Blake Sterling: 1 voicemail

He ignored it, barely resisting the urge to grin.
Work now. Swoon later.

Forty-five minutes, three charts, and one dry cookie later, Jamie escaped to the office kitchen. He poured himself coffee, leaned against the counter, and popped in one earbud.

Blake’s voice poured into his ear like honey and mischief.

“Apparently I’m so brilliant that the London office needs me for another few days, but I’m off Saturday and Sunday. Crazy idea…”
“You on a plane to London. We spend the weekend together. I show you all my favorite places. You, me, a little adventure.”

Jamie closed his eyes and smiled, already gone for him.

“Just promise me not to share all your secrets with some stranger on the plane, if possible, darling.”

Jamie laughed out loud, heart warm.

Then hit record.

Jamie Capulet:
Yes to London. I’d love to spend the weekend with you. And I promise to try very hard not to trauma dump on my seatmate this time.
A little adventure sounds perfect, Blake.

He added: P.S. I already miss you.

Less than ten minutes later, a message popped up.
Blake Sterling:
Booked. Check your email. Terminal 3, gate A17. You leave Friday at 18:25. Bring the tight jeans, Capulet.

Friday evening.

Jamie landed in London with butterflies and a carry-on bag full of bad packing choices and hope.

He stepped through the arrival doors, eyes scanning…

There.

Blake.

Waiting just past the barrier. No coat, dark button-down rolled to his elbows, phone in one hand, his whole face lighting up the second he saw Jamie.

They didn’t say a word.

Jamie dropped his bag.

Blake reached for him.

And the kiss?

Was everything.

Warm and firm and wanting, with hands at his waist and Jamie pulling him closer like no time had passed at all.

Someone nearby actually clapped. They didn’t care.

Jamie smiled against Blake’s mouth. “Hey.”

Blake rested their foreheads together. “Hi.”

“You’re taller than I remember,” Jamie teased.

“You’re better than I remember,” Blake whispered.

Jamie kissed him again.

Because yes – that was worth the week apart.

And the weekend?

Had only just begun.