“Well,” her voice turns sly, “at least in one way.”
When she giggles, her pussy squeezes my cock, which is now soft. I slip free of her and she gasps, “Holy, oh no.”
She gives me a shove which shocks me enough to step back. My woman practically leaps off the counter, one hand cupping her pussy which she keeps in place as she waddles out of the room.
“I hope you know where the disinfectant is,” she calls out over her shoulder.
Biting my lip to stop the laughter threatening to come out does not help. I’m leaning against the counter right where she was and laughing so hard I’m wheezing. I don’t care about what she’s left behind. I was right here and made part of the mess.
When she breezes back into the kitchen, her head held high and a look on her face that dares me to say a word about it, I’m tucked away and the counter is cleaned up. Rosalie keeps things accessible; I’m not a caveman.
Just when it comes to my woman, it seems.
I’m a little disappointed to see her back in her uniform. If it were up to me, she’d be in another one of my shirts, but I get it.
She slides the plate which is piled high with sandwiches toward me. The smile on her face lights me up from the inside out. When she’s smiling it’s as like everything is right in the world.
I want this.
All the time.
The realization hits me right in the chest, but it doesn’t make me want to run. It makes me want to pull her closer.
And never let her go.
“So,” she reaches over and grabs a sandwich, “what’s the plan?”
What I don’t say is the plan is to make her fall in love with me and never want to leave Sagebrush, but we do come up with a way to spend time together.
The other part will be my private plan.
CHAPTER 12
ARDEN
When we were making plans a few days ago, the only day we didn’t talk about was his birthday. Now the day is upon us. Well, once the clock strikes midnight tonight. With my mom working tonight, I have a bag with me and the plan is for me to spend the night.
It’s not like he had to twist my arm to get me to agree.
Sleeping in Ford’s arms is an experience I am not stupid enough to pass up. Not when I slept without worry, without shadowed dreams which could tip over into being nightmares at any moment.
With Ford holding me I’m safe.
No nightmares. Just sleep. Cloudless and clear. Restful and rejuvenating.
I kind of missed it the last few nights. From how rough he’s sounded on the phone, when we’ve had the time to talk, I think he might be feeling the same loss as I am.
I’m aware of what the solution is, but it’s a big leap. A bigger risk.
When I stop in front of the Sagebrush farmhouse, there’s a slick car already parked there. The hair on my arm stands up and my gut churns. I can hazard a guess as to who is here.
Since Rosalie is visiting her grandchild, which she has every right to do, who knows what Barbara and Crystal Conners are up to inside.
They aren’t waiting out on the porch, which would be the polite thing to do when dropping in at a home you don’t live in. I don’t need to know the legalities of whose name is where to know they don’t live here.
I was dead serious when I pointed it out to Ford, and I still believe it now.
The last thing I want to do is talk to either woman. I’ve seen them over the years. I’m not impressed and I steered clear.
