“Well I did just give you a superior blow job,” I force myself to joke around the lump in my throat.
“But I’ve been falling for you since the day you walked into my clubhouse and told me my legal strategy was shit.”
“It was shit.” But my voice is shaking. “You were planning to threaten a judge.”
“And you showed me a better way.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “You’ve been showing me a better way ever since.”
“Boone...”
“You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know.”
I pull him down and kiss him with everything I have.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips. “I think I’ve loved you for months. I was just too stubborn to admit it.”
His smile is like sunrise—warm and bright and full of promise.
“Two more weeks,” he says. “Two more weeks until that cast comes off. And then, Josie, I’m going to show you exactly what loving you means.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I’m counting on it.”
14
JOSIE
“Well, Ms. Bright, the good news is your wrist has healed beautifully.”
Dr. Patterson positions the cast saw, and I try not to hover. But watching that plaster prison split apart feels like watching the last barrier between us crumble.
The cast falls away in two pieces, revealing pale, slightly atrophied skin beneath. Josie flexes her fingers experimentally, wincing at the stiffness.
“You’ll need some physical therapy to rebuild strength and mobility,” the doctor continues. “But considering your concussion has cleared and your ribs look good, I’d say you’re cleared for normal activity.”
Normal activity.
Josie catches my eye, and I see the same thought reflected there. Her cheeks flush pink, and a hot and possessive need coils in my chest.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she manages, her voice admirably steady.
We make it all the way to the parking lot before I pin her against the side of my truck.
“Stone—” She’s laughing, her newly freed hand coming up to grip my shoulder. “We’re in public.”
“Don’t care.” I kiss her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Counting down the days until I could touch you without worrying?”
“I have some idea.” She arches into me. “But maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?”
“The clubhouse is twenty minutes away.”
“Then you better drive fast.”
My phone buzzes before I can respond. I consider ignoring it—really, really consider it—but Josie’s already pulling back, her lawyer brain engaging.
“That could be Alex.”
She’s right. It could be.
