Free Finaly My Heart's Desire (Meant for Me Book 2) by Brooke St. James Page A

thing that I could barely breathe. I was breathless and soft-spoken the whole time I gave instructions to the valet. I couldn't stop wondering how much Robin had heard. He had to have seen me straighten Shane's hair, but I hoped and prayed we'd been speaking softly enough not to be overheard from the doorway where he was standing.
    I kept reliving the moment when Shane called me stunning. I could picture his sweet expression as he said it, and it made my heart want to leap out of my chest. Had he truly said that he only kissed the other girl's hands to get away with kissing mine? I literally laughed out loud thinking about it. I was delirious with nerves and emotion. I had spent more than three years of my life pining away on this guy. I would have given anything to hear him say those words back then. I gave instructions to the valet and then walked to the great room to meet Robin, simultaneously trying to remember and forget every detail of the encounter with Shane.
    Robin was standing in the middle of the great room talking to a group of three other guys. Micah, Carly, Brock, and Shane were also in there. They were off to the side, talking with some people I assumed were potential investors. Carly and Shane both glanced at me when I was looking at their group, but I just gave them a quick smile and wave before focusing my attention on Robin again.
    Robin held his arm out, and I walked right up to him. "Hey baby," he said.
    I smiled and sided up next to him. He bent to kiss me, and I tilted up, offering him my mouth. I assumed it would be a quick, tasteful kiss giving our surroundings, but he had other things in mind. Just as I was starting to pull away, his hand came around the back of my head and he began to kiss me deeply. His tongue entered my mouth with a much greater force than was appropriate for standing in formal attire the middle of a crowded room.
    One of the guys he'd been talking to was his friend Ted, and I heard him say, "Get you some!" in an approving tone. Robin's tongue swept through my mouth two or three times before he finally let me go. I touched my face to make sure my lip-gloss wasn't all over the place as I smiled sheepishly. My eyes moved to Robin, who was looking, I knew, toward the side of the room where Carly and Micah were standing. I saw him smile confidently and lift his chin at whomever he was making eye contact with, which I could only assume was Shane.
    The party went on for hours longer, but my brother and his whole crew left long before it was over. I spoke to them briefly before they left, but I didn't have the presence of mind to ask whether or not they made necessary connections with investors. I didn't even think about it until after they were gone. I assumed I would speak to either Micah or Carly the next day and find out.
    Other than that kiss in the great room, Robin never said anything that led me to believe he was angry about what he had seen upstairs. I was extremely grateful for this, and thought the close call was behind me. He and I stuck around until the last of the guests had gone home, and it was just after midnight by the time we left.
    I already had my keys in my hand when he said, "You'll ride with me. I'll bring you back here to get your car tomorrow."
    I gave him a confused expression, but before I could say anything he spoke again. "You're spending the night at my house tonight. We'll come get your car tomorrow."
    I never spent the night with him. I would stay over late, watching movies or whatever, but I always slept at my own apartment. I told him this, but he said he needed me to drive since he had a few too many drinks. He said I could sleep in his bed and he would take the guest room if it made me more comfortable.
    "Why don't you just crash here if you're not okay to drive home?" I asked.
    Rather than answer my question, he threw me his keys and sat in the passenger's side of his car.
    I was still standing in the driveway feeling reluctant to move when he laid on