She hiccuped. “He’s bossy. I don’t think there’s an inch of him that isn’t bossy.”
“Does he have a side of bully to go with the bossy?”
No. No, he doesn’t.
She knew exactly what she needed to do. Her butt was going back where it belonged. “I gotta go, Mom. I need to pack.”
“Do not get married until I’m there,” her mom ordered. “Where am I going?”
Knock, Knock.
“There’s someone at the door.” She got to her feet and crossed the room. “I’m not getting married…” she opened the door “…Mom.”
“Can I change your mind on that?” He held up a set of keys and waved them, making them jingle, and grinned at her. “Car delivery.”
She gaped at Gunnar as he leaned against her door frame with one shoulder, not fully registering what she was seeing for a second before she dropped the phone and launched herself at him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, beautiful.” Gunnar scooped her into his arms and shut the door behind them. Somewhere from the floor Jorja could hear her mom’s voice as she called for her to answer, but she was too busy having the breath kissed out of her to do anything about it.
When Gunnar pulled back, he swiped his thumbs across her cheeks, catching the tears she’d shed earlier. His eyes narrowed and she squirmed under his stern gaze. “Who the fuck made you cry, and where the hell do I find them?”
“No one. I promise. I was talking to my mom.”
“Your mom made you cry?”
So that’s what stunned sounds like.
“No. I mean, yes.” She got all kinds of flustered as she tried to explain it to him. “What I was talking to her about did.”
“I’m definitely going to need a new hat.” Her mom’s voice came from the floor. “And a new dress, lordie. I need to go shopping and…”
“Crap.” Her mom was getting way ahead of herself. She needed to stop that in her tracks before Gunnar figured out what she was talking about. Jorja reached for the phone, but he got there before her and picked it up.
“Hello, this is Gunnar. Who am I speaking to?” Did Gunnar, the Jerk-God, even stay standing where she could hear the other side of the conversation? No, no, he didn’t. He wandered around her apartment like he owned the place. “Hi, Mrs. Buchanan. Yes, I intend to when the time is right. Uh-huh. Yes. No. Never. I swear.”
Enough was enough. It sounded like her mom had taken ajob with the Spanish Inquisition. Jorja snagged the phone and put it to her ear. “Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“He sounds like a nice boy…”
Jorja snorted in her head. Nice boy? There wasn’t one boyish thing about Gunnar Jerk-God McKinley. He was all man, from his sexy smirk to his… she scanned him up and down… big boots. “I’ll call you back later, Mom.”
“Whatcha take the phone for?” Gunnar tugged her back into his arms. “I was getting to know your mom.”
Was he serious right now?
She quirked up one eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Understanding dawned and he grinned wide. “You’re right. What was I thinking?” He wrapped his fingers into hers. “Show me your bedroom, beautiful.”
Murder by flip-flop is wrong.
She seriously considered it. If he came here just for a side of sex along with delivering her car, she decided she’d figure out a way to make it happen. “That door.”
He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, patting her butt and he took her to her room. “I need you.” He slid her down his body as he put her on her feet. “Part of me is missing without you.”
“I was telling my mom the same thing,” she admitted. “That I missed you so much more than I ever thought I would.”
He smiled down into her eyes and smoothed her hair back at her temple. “Just so we are clear, I love you.”
