The Mane Squeeze
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If youre so mad at me, I dont know why youd want me around.
He didnt answer her but pushed her out of the elevator when they got to the second floor. He walked behind her until they reached his apartment, his arm reaching around her to unlock the door, and he didnt move until she went inside. She walked away from him and into his living room.
Lock came in behind her and she gaped at the way he filled that large entryway.
Look, Im not mad at you, he said.
He wasnt? Holy shit! What about when he was? He would be eventually and then what? Hed snap her neck like a deers? Crush her tiny, insignificant head with his bare hands?
Youre not mad?
No. Im Snarling a little, he tore off his jacket and threw it at the couch. Im not used to people talking about my work. Looking at it. Knowing its mine.
Because you never told them.
Because theyd talk about it!
Oh, boy.
They love your work.
They were probably being nice. But now that Im gone and they can really analyze it
Clearly he needed to face the harsh reality of his current situation, and Gwen was the kind of woman whod give it to him. Besides, she was pretty sure she could make it to the window and out it before he ever got close to her.
I got you five for the chairs. One chair for May and another for the Russian nutbag.
He blinked in surprise. Five? Really? He gave a small smile. Wow. Thatsthats really nice. Thats a thousand bucks. Thats
No.
No?
Its ten thousand.
Locks entire body went rigid. Its
Ten thousand. Five grand apiece. And theyve recently purchased the last building on their block, so the entire block is pretty much their territory. Anyway, theyve already gutted part of it. Most will be more bedrooms, but theyve started on a library for all their books. They had a guy who was going to design it for them, but theyre firing him and hiring you. Were talking thousands of books that they have. I told them for that many shelves were looking at at least six figures for the design and the building. They said that was fine and they want cherry-wood or something equally dark and smooth.
Lock shook his head, took a step back, quickly gripping the archway with his hand to keep from falling back. Gwen was at his side in seconds, her arm around his waist and her free hand gripping his forearm.
Cant breathe, he said. Not breathing.
Its okay. Its a panic attack. Blayne gets em all the time. She tugged him toward the couch and sat him down. She pressedhis back down so his head was between his knees. Dont worry. Youre going to be fine.
He raised his head. You dont understand.
I do. She pressed him back down. Pulling off her jacket, she got on the couch behind him and pressed her chest against his back. She kneaded his neck with her fingers and kept him down with her weight. This is what youve wanted all along, isnt it? Because no one could do all that he had merely for a hobby. No way.
To create stuff with your hands, to make money from it. And now its going to happen.
Its not that easy.
Why? Whats holding you back? Other than himself.
This wasnt supposed to happen now. I was supposed to do the software thing for the next few years until I saved up enough money to retire. Like when I was forty-five or fifty. And then I was going to move out of New York and maybe up to New Hampshire or Massachusetts, where Id work on my stuff fulltime and at my discretion. No demands, no risks.
Well, life has decided to speed up that little vision. And everything is a risk.
But I had it all planned out. He looked at her over his shoulder, an out-of-control fear in those big brown eyes. Its on paper.
No wonder people were fooled into thinking bears were these adorable, cuddly toys they could give food to and risk getting close tobecause they were so damn cute!
Yeah. I get it. I was there. She moved off his back and rested on her knees by his side, her arm around his shoulders. I figured Id be working for other guys and my Uncle Cally until I was about forty and then, if all went well and Id built up a good enough name, Id be able to open my own business. It was my goal, and it was miles off. And then here comes Blayne, tossing the opportunity of a lifetime into my lap. And I almost walked away from it. Because it meant leaving Philly and Ma and my family. Then it hit meI couldnt walk away. This was the right time for me, even if I didnt want it to be. Im not mated, no cubs, no mortgage.
Nothing holding me back except my need to protect my mother from herself. I knew I had to take the chance.
Id never forgive myself if I didnt.
Is that why your brother is riding you so hard? About this?
Gwen blew out a breath. Mitch has never taken me seriously. Not ever. So in his mind this is something cute and sweet between me and Blayne, but I need to get serious and go back to Philly and Ma. Until I do, he wont be happy.
Well, youre not going back now. Lock sat up and she was glad to see some color had returned to his face, and that it wasnt the beet red it sometimes got when he was thoroughly embarrassed.
He didnt answer her but pushed her out of the elevator when they got to the second floor. He walked behind her until they reached his apartment, his arm reaching around her to unlock the door, and he didnt move until she went inside. She walked away from him and into his living room.
Lock came in behind her and she gaped at the way he filled that large entryway.
Look, Im not mad at you, he said.
He wasnt? Holy shit! What about when he was? He would be eventually and then what? Hed snap her neck like a deers? Crush her tiny, insignificant head with his bare hands?
Youre not mad?
No. Im Snarling a little, he tore off his jacket and threw it at the couch. Im not used to people talking about my work. Looking at it. Knowing its mine.
Because you never told them.
Because theyd talk about it!
Oh, boy.
They love your work.
They were probably being nice. But now that Im gone and they can really analyze it
Clearly he needed to face the harsh reality of his current situation, and Gwen was the kind of woman whod give it to him. Besides, she was pretty sure she could make it to the window and out it before he ever got close to her.
I got you five for the chairs. One chair for May and another for the Russian nutbag.
He blinked in surprise. Five? Really? He gave a small smile. Wow. Thatsthats really nice. Thats a thousand bucks. Thats
No.
No?
Its ten thousand.
Locks entire body went rigid. Its
Ten thousand. Five grand apiece. And theyve recently purchased the last building on their block, so the entire block is pretty much their territory. Anyway, theyve already gutted part of it. Most will be more bedrooms, but theyve started on a library for all their books. They had a guy who was going to design it for them, but theyre firing him and hiring you. Were talking thousands of books that they have. I told them for that many shelves were looking at at least six figures for the design and the building. They said that was fine and they want cherry-wood or something equally dark and smooth.
Lock shook his head, took a step back, quickly gripping the archway with his hand to keep from falling back. Gwen was at his side in seconds, her arm around his waist and her free hand gripping his forearm.
Cant breathe, he said. Not breathing.
Its okay. Its a panic attack. Blayne gets em all the time. She tugged him toward the couch and sat him down. She pressedhis back down so his head was between his knees. Dont worry. Youre going to be fine.
He raised his head. You dont understand.
I do. She pressed him back down. Pulling off her jacket, she got on the couch behind him and pressed her chest against his back. She kneaded his neck with her fingers and kept him down with her weight. This is what youve wanted all along, isnt it? Because no one could do all that he had merely for a hobby. No way.
To create stuff with your hands, to make money from it. And now its going to happen.
Its not that easy.
Why? Whats holding you back? Other than himself.
This wasnt supposed to happen now. I was supposed to do the software thing for the next few years until I saved up enough money to retire. Like when I was forty-five or fifty. And then I was going to move out of New York and maybe up to New Hampshire or Massachusetts, where Id work on my stuff fulltime and at my discretion. No demands, no risks.
Well, life has decided to speed up that little vision. And everything is a risk.
But I had it all planned out. He looked at her over his shoulder, an out-of-control fear in those big brown eyes. Its on paper.
No wonder people were fooled into thinking bears were these adorable, cuddly toys they could give food to and risk getting close tobecause they were so damn cute!
Yeah. I get it. I was there. She moved off his back and rested on her knees by his side, her arm around his shoulders. I figured Id be working for other guys and my Uncle Cally until I was about forty and then, if all went well and Id built up a good enough name, Id be able to open my own business. It was my goal, and it was miles off. And then here comes Blayne, tossing the opportunity of a lifetime into my lap. And I almost walked away from it. Because it meant leaving Philly and Ma and my family. Then it hit meI couldnt walk away. This was the right time for me, even if I didnt want it to be. Im not mated, no cubs, no mortgage.
Nothing holding me back except my need to protect my mother from herself. I knew I had to take the chance.
Id never forgive myself if I didnt.
Is that why your brother is riding you so hard? About this?
Gwen blew out a breath. Mitch has never taken me seriously. Not ever. So in his mind this is something cute and sweet between me and Blayne, but I need to get serious and go back to Philly and Ma. Until I do, he wont be happy.
Well, youre not going back now. Lock sat up and she was glad to see some color had returned to his face, and that it wasnt the beet red it sometimes got when he was thoroughly embarrassed.
