“We are?” I asked excitedly.
“Beach trip, baby. Just you and me. No trains, no cowboys, no crazy jobs.”
I squeezed him harder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He laughed, leaning down to kiss me. “Love you, too, baby.”
Much to my irritation, Jake insistedon medical professionals checking me out to make sure I didn’t have a concussion, broken bones, or internal bleeding. I was cleared of any and all injuries, other than a couple of minor bruises, you know, because I’m a freakin’ badass (as I reminded him several times until he shut me up with his tongue down my throat...which I didn’t mind one bit).
The rest of the evening was spent in my caras my man drove me back to civilization, Asher and Dylan following in his car behind. Since we didn’t get home until almost one in the morning, I insisted Jake stay, and having him in my bed did not suck.
Now I just had to figure out how to make that a regular thing.
