The skin around his eyes crinkled and his brow furrowed, but he ended up smiling. “I am so sorry.”
“I made my choices. They let me withdraw.”
“That’s good!” He leaned in and pecked a kiss on my cheek. “Fantastic even!”
Sighing, I brushed my lips over his knuckles. “Not you, too.”
“You can—”
“I don’t want to go to another law school—no, I don’t care that I already have a year in.”
Flynn kissed the corner of my mouth, and I hesitated before I turned my head to get a soft, lingering press of his lips against mine that made the whole world better. “I was going to say you can do anything you want now.” He winked at me.
“I want to do you.”
He rolled his eyes.
“And love you. And Dom you. And find out how deep your kinky tendencies run.” I pressed my forehead to Flynn’s. “I want my own place with you. That is all I can see in my future. You. Anything else is miserable and I don’t want it.”
He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple jumped. When he focused on me again, I felt like he was ripping apart my soul for clues as to how our lives together might work out. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Let’s make it happen. We can figure out a budget.”
“A what?”
Flynn pecked a kiss on my cheek. “Maybe you can follow my lead on this one, Sir?”
Nodding, I leaned closer and kissed him, wishing we were home in my bed. “I’d love that.”
He rested his chin on our joined hands and an excited twinkle glittered in his eyes. “River filed suit against Chris today.” He snickered and stomped his feet against the floorboards, which was so damned cute I kissed him again. “Apparently one of River’s biker buddies, some guy named Oz, works for the credit union where we refinanced our mortgage. He’s a loan officer and was able to pull the original paperwork five minutes after River asked for it. He sent over a certified copy by courier. The packet contained all the old mortgage stuff, the new mortgage, plus the copy of the paperwork listing our circumstances that the loan officer who helped us had collected to send to an underwriter. It says explicitly that we were refinancing only for a lower interest rate, and we were both continuing to pay and live there. It even lists the exact address right afterward.”
“That is great news!” My heart swelled and stress I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying flowed out of me.
He nodded and grinned. “The money manager who let me know about the theft also sent over a statement and documents. If everything goes right, I’ll get what I’m owed. Court is court, though, so this could drag out for a long time. We filed a civil suit for damages and my stolen money, but River’s planning to turn everything over to the police, too.”
My mind spun. “Are you sure you want to do that? Won’t that mean he loses his license to practice law on ethical grounds? What if he can’t pay you, then?”
He shrugged with a lazy grin that looked damned good on him and I hadn’t seen yet. He seemed a lot happier than he had since I met him. “If I get the money from the house sale—minus what was left to pay off on the mortgage—I don’t really care. He deserves to get into trouble.” His triumphant smirk transformed him from handsome to fucking sexy. I pulled him into a hug that he returned with a happy chuckle. He hummed as I sucked a kiss onto his neck.
“Want to spend the night looking at houses?”
“To rent or buy?” he asked, and I stilled.
“If I say to buy, will you get out of this car and run away?” I stared into his deep brown eyes. “I know you just went through some shit, so tell me what will make you happy.”
“Whatever you want, Sir?” he whispered.
My heart soared. “I love you,” I whispered back.
He stared at me, and after a few seconds, his eyelashes gleamed like golden fire as afternoon sunshine spilled in through the windshield, warming us. He blinked and a tiny tear rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away fast.
“I love you, too, Sir.”
My stomach sizzled with heat and something else, something so pure it scared me. “Let’s go find our home.”
“You’ll probably have to get a job first,” he said, and the snide tone was new, too, but I liked it.
Grinning, I shrugged. “Details.”
“We’ll probably have to rent first.”
