Drew came to stand beside her.

“Thanks,” Carolina said. “And thank you for running three blocks to get here in time. You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged. “I’m sorry I was late.”

Gray frowned. “What happened?”

“Taxi rammed the car in front of us and then I got stuck in traffic, couldn’t find another taxi. It’s ridiculous out there. Who knew clothes were so popular?”

Evelyn laughed as she looked over at Carolina. “Men. They know nothing.”

“Nothing about Fashion Week, anyway. But I do appreciate it. Were you hurt?”

“Nah. I’m fine. Just pissed off at the taxi driver, who was mad at me for wanting to leave. And he wanted me to pay him the fare.”

“Seriously?” Evelyn asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. I cussed him out and told him he could chase after me if he wanted to, but I was already late and if he hadn’t been zigzagging in and out of traffic, he wouldn’t have clipped the car in front of him. Asshole.”

“Man, you need a drink,” Gray said.

Drew laughed. “In the worst way.”

“Come on. Let’s go get one. Carolina, can you get out of here yet?”

She looked around. The place was still filled with media, her assistants, and models. “I’m sorry. I can’t. But you go on.”

“Okay. We’ll catch up later. Maybe for dinner?”

“Definitely. I’ll text you when I’m free.”

They left, with her mother and Drew and the Secret Service, which gave her a little breathing room. She and her crew wrapped up the clothing and took care of clearing everything out. Tierra and Edward were going to follow the truck back to the studio with the clothes.

“I’ll finish up here and then I’ll meet you back at the studio,” she told them.

“No, you won’t. Go take some time off,” Tierra said. “You’ve earned it. Today is a day to celebrate. We’ll take care of the inventory.”

“And then Tierra and I are going to go pop a bottle of champagne and have a very expensive dinner. On you.”

Carolina laughed. “You two both deserve it. Enjoy. And thank you again.”

After she finished up, she texted Gray, who informed her they were all still at the restaurant. She managed to finagle a taxi despite the crowd and made her way over.

She was instantly handed a glass of champagne by Evelyn.

“I wish I could drink with you, but unfortunately, it’s sparkling water for me today.”

“Raise your glasses everyone,” her mother said. “To Carolina Designs. May today be only the beginning of many wonderful years of beautiful clothes.”

Carolina blushed as glasses were lifted toward her. “Thank you, Mom.” She took a sip of the wonderful champagne, and for the first time that day, sighed in relief.

“Glad it’s over?” Drew asked.

“Absolutely, deliriously glad it’s over.”

“But it’s just beginning, honey,” her mother said. “Now the real work begins.”

Judging from the texts and emails she skimmed on her way over, that could be true. She had requests for interviews and orders from some very prominent celebrities who wanted to wear her designs, including an Oscar-nominated actress or two who insisted they come by to discuss wearing her for the awards. One wanted to wear the dress Esme had worn today.

Holy. Shit.

“I’m going to be busy, I think. Which is a wonderful, incredible, mind-blowing thing.”

“I think the first thing you should do is call that former designer you worked for and tell him to suck it,” Drew said.

Carolina laughed. “That would be very unprofessional.” But she grinned just thinking about it.

“Drew is right about that, though of course you shouldn’t call him. He didn’t appreciate your talent. And look at you now.” Her mother was beaming.

“Thank you. All of you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“You did it on your talent, Carolina. Nothing more.”

Her gaze shifted to Drew. “Thank you.”

They had all eaten already, and her mother had a plane to catch.

“We have to get going, too, unfortunately,” Evelyn said. “Some race car business something-or-other that my fiancé claims to need to do in Florida.” She rolled her eyes, then winked.

“Thank you all so much for being here today. It meant everything to me.”

She hugged her mother and brother and Evelyn, and they left, Secret Service making a path for them.

“A lot quieter now,” Drew said.

“Yes.”

He signaled for their waiter. “And you should eat something. Have you even eaten today?”

“I don’t remember.”

“That probably means no.”

The waiter stood by while Carolina perused the menu. She was suddenly starving, so she chose a baked chicken breast with asparagus and rice.

“You don’t have to sit here with me while I eat.”

He cocked a brow. “Trying to get rid of me?”

“Not at all. I just know you’ve all eaten already. I’m sure you’re busy, too.”

“No game today. I’m all yours.”

She leveled a smile at him. “Thank you.”

“About that. I have to apologize to you.”

“For what?”

“For bailing on you.”

Confused, she frowned at him. “You showed up today. Even with a car accident. My God, Drew, you ran three blocks.”

“Not that. The advertising campaign.”

“Oh.”

“I was in my own head about the road games, trying to figure out what was going on and looking for something, anything—anyone—to blame.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “I blamed you.”

“Me? Why?”

He shrugged. “Because you were as convenient an excuse as anything else. Sometimes, in sports, they say dating a woman during the season is bad luck.”

“Oh. And you think I’m your bad luck charm.”

“Something like that.”

“Okay.” So this was his breakup conversation. At least she was getting honesty from him, a reason behind his recent behavior. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to her, but it was better than a disappearing act with no explanation.

“The problem was, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” He pointed to his temple. “It was all in my head. Still is. Whatever problem the team is having winning road games, it isn’t you causing it.”

“Good to know.”

He grasped her hand. “I’m sorry I let you down, Lina. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I acted like a selfish jackass and I hope you can forgive me.”

Oh. So it wasn’t a breakup conversation. It was an apology, and one she hadn’t expected from Drew.

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

“I know you had to scramble to find someone else to do the photo shoot.”

“Drew, I—”

“I know it came in the middle of you preparing for the biggest debut of your life.”

“Drew, really, I—”

“And that makes me the shittiest boyfriend in the world.”

Boyfriend? He’d called himself her boyfriend? They’d never once defined their relationship.

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“I don’t know. Lover? The guy who’s in love with you. Whatever you want to call me, I suck at it.”

She shuddered in a breath. He loved her? “You love me?”

“Shit. I told you I suck at this.” He took her hand. “Yes. I love you. I should have told you sooner, Lina. Not that I deserve to have your love after what I did to you. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. And I promised you I wouldn’t let you down again. I’m not a guy who goes back on his promises. Can you ever forgive me for that?”

She was so overcome by his words that all she could do was stare at him.

“This isn’t going like I thought it would. You could say something. Kick me to the curb, tell me to go f**k myself. Or tell me you forgive me. Something.”

She laughed. “I’m sorry. I was just stunned there for a moment. Of course I forgive you. We all go through things that are tough and emotional, and sometimes we take them out on the people we care about the most. First, I haven’t done the photo shoot yet.”

“You haven’t?”

“No. I decided to delay it until after Fashion Week. I did find someone else to do the shoot, but Drew, no one could replace you. Not in my head. I could only see you in those shots. You’re my perfect model for the print ad. I kept hoping you’d come around and maybe that’s why I delayed it until after the show. I kept hoping you’d change your mind.”

He lifted her hands and kissed them. “I’m a jerk.”

She laughed. “No, you’re not. Okay, sometimes you are. Sometimes I am, too. I can be self-absorbed and too into my own work. But the one thing that has consumed me for the past several months, sometimes to the detriment of my own work, has been you. I’m in love with you, Drew. I think about you all the time.”

He got up and came around to her side of the table, then pulled her into his arms and laid a kiss on her that left her breathless and dizzy. And despite being in a public restaurant, he continued to kiss her, framing her face with his hands, until she was certain that he was most definitely in love with her, because no man would kiss a woman like that in public unless he had genuine feelings for her. Because there was suddenly applause and catcalls and whistles, and when he pulled away, he ignored them all, focusing only on her as he smiled.

“I love you, Lina.”

She licked her lips, feeling as if this day couldn’t possibly get any better. “I love you, too, Drew.”

The waiter brought her food. Funnily enough, her near starvation of a few minutes ago had dissipated. But she ate anyway, while Drew watched her.

“You’re watching me eat,” she said.

“Yeah. So?”

“It’s a little disconcerting.”

He picked up the fork and scooped rice onto it. “Now I’m feeding you. Better?”

He slid the fork between her lips. She closed her mouth over it, but then found him watching her mouth.

“Now it just looks dirty.”

“Stop, or you’ll make me hard.”

She laughed, pushed him away, and finished her meal. They left the restaurant and went back to her apartment.

“When is your next game?” she asked as he opened the door for her.

“Tomorrow night.”

“Road game or home game?”

“Road game. New Jersey.”

He helped her with her coat. She turned to face him. “At least we have tonight together.”

He slipped his arms around her. “Yeah, we do, and it’s been too damn long since we were together. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Now kiss me, undress me, and make love to me.”

“I’m all over that.” He gave her a wickedly sexy half smile she’d also missed—the one that tugged at her insides and turned her into mush.

He brushed his lips over hers, then pressed harder, opening her mouth and sliding his tongue over hers. She wound her hand around the nape of his neck to draw him closer, needing his hands, his mouth on hers, that connection they always forged that was emotional as well as physical.

The way he touched her, moving his hands over her body as if he were exploring her for the first time, never failed to send her nerve endings into overdrive. Her ni**les peaked hard and tingled as he wound his hands down her sides and over her butt.

He dragged his lips over her jaw and across her neck, his hand roaming up her back to reach for the zipper on her dress. She shivered as he pulled the zipper down.