“You looked incredible on that stage,” I whisper to him late, late that night as we snuggle in bed together.
He presses a kiss to my temple. “Felt good too. More than I thought it would.”
“Will you ever do it again?”
“Only if you asked me to.”
I hug him tighter. “I would’ve loved you even if you hadn’t.”
His fingers comb through my hair, and he kisses my forehead again. “And that’s exactly why I did it.”
I kiss his chest.
“I did something else this week,” he murmurs.
“What’s that?”
“I convinced a certain baseball player with a big ego to sell me one of his cabins.”
I lift my head and stare at Davis in the dark.
And then it clicks.
And I laugh. And laugh. And I laugh some more.
He chuckles, and it’s the best sound in the world.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice husky. “That cabin.”
“The one where he found his half of the treasure.”
“Wouldn’t have asked for any other.”
I giggle again. “How much did it take to convince him?”
“One look from his wife and one promise from me to donate some resources to his favorite charity.”
“Resources?”
“To be determined if it’s time or money or both.”
“You’d do it anyway.”
“Yep. He’s a terrible negotiator.” He shifts in the bed and slides a hand down my naked hip. “You can stay there any night you want to. For as long as you need. Starting immediately.”
Dammit.
My eyes are getting hot again.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“It will always be my absolute pleasure to keep you safe and happy and loved.”
I am.
I’m safe. I’m happy. I’m loved.
And he is too.
