“How can you not know?”
“I love you too, Nash. So much.”
He made a noise, then his mouth was on mine, tongue finding mine. The kiss was deep and possessive.
“You’re not leaving. Ever. I never want to hear you talk about leaving again.”
I stroked his stubbled jaw. “I didn’t mean that I was leaving you. I thought I’d find a rental apartment here in Las Vegas, and get a job?—”
“You can find a job, or not. Whatever you want. But your home is here now. With me.”
Tears welled in my eyes.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
“They’re happy tears.”
“I don’t care. No crying.”
I fought back a smile. “I had nothing without you.” My voice was thick. “Now, I have everything.”
“And I’ll make sure you always feel that way.”
CHAPTER 39
NASH
“Okay, I want reports on the camera upgrades on my desk tomorrow.” I flicked through the security file on my desk, then looked at Theo. “And the new training schedule needs a few tweaks. I emailed them to you.”
The older man nodded. “Got it. It was a good session with the new guards today. They learned a lot from the training.”
“Good.” I glanced at my watch. “I’m heading out.”
A smile flickered on Theo’s craggy face. “You’ve been ready to leave for the last hour. Used to be, you’d sit here until late. But I guess having a beautiful woman waiting for you changes things.”
I clapped his shoulder. “It sure does. See you tomorrow, Theo.”
I headed out, eager to get back to the villa. Georgie was cooking dinner. Christmas was only a few days away and she’d declared that she was cooking Christmas lunch for me and the guys. She’d been testing out different recipes. I liked seeing her so excited.
It had been one week since we’d eliminated Snyder. I’d been keeping a careful eye on Georgie, waiting for any suppressed emotions or backlash or guilt to hit.
But she was fine. She was more than fine, she was happy.
Smiling, I stepped out of the elevator, then hurried outside to the path to the villas. A light rain was falling.
In addition to spending the week experimenting in the kitchen, she’d also been making candles with holiday scents. She’d made ones that smelled like gingerbread, another that smelled like eggnog, and another one that smelled like fir and spruce trees.
She’d told me that she had some things in storage and we’d had them shipped. We put a few pieces of her furniture in the villa, and the rest she’d donated. I’d helped her haul stuff to a charity that helped recovering addicts find their feet.
In addition to all of that, she’d also been busy looking at job ads. I’d told her not to rush it, but I could tell that she wanted something to do. She wanted to move on with her life.
My villa came into view. Warm lights lit up the inside and I smiled, knowing she was waiting for me. No more coming home to darkness. We could eat dinner, then I had plans to get her naked on the couch and make her come as many times as I could.
Yeah, I liked coming home to her.
I should never have stayed away from her, but maybe I hadn’t been in the right place back then. Hadn’t been the man she needed.
It didn’t matter. Now, I was never letting her go.
