ME
It’s not like I’m moving in for real
G
We’ll see.
ME
Grant
G
Wife.
The one word—the single syllable—has my heart panging in my chest. The ownership. The possession. The desire for both of those things.
G
See you when I get home.
Home.
How long has it been since I felt like I had one of those?
Since you were with him.
That traitorous voice speaks up again.
By the time I finish packing my last suitcase, Will is back with a box for the kitchen, and we work in silence to make sure the room is cleaned out before he guides the rack out of the room and to the elevator down the hall.
Waving the key card in front of the reader, he pushes the button for the penthouse and passes me the card.
“This is for you,” he says. “Only you and Mr. Davenport have access to this floor.”
“Thank you.” I take the card from him. Rather than the plastic material of the usual hotel key, this one is heavy and feels like one of those black card credit cards.
Billionaires. I shake my head at the pretentiousness of it.
The smell of bacon and pancakes assault my senses when I open the door to the penthouse and help Will get the luggage rack into the foyer.
“Ring the desk when you’ve unloaded everything and I’ll come back and pick up the rack.” Will ducks back out the door before I can say anything else.
Wandering deeper into the room, I catch the strains ofBeautiful Crazyby Luke Combs playing and turn the corner into the kitchen to find Grant—a very shirtless, very sexy Grant—staring back at me with a grin that rivals the Cheshire cat on his stupidly handsome face. His scruff makes me want to run my hands over it. The glimmer in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing when he walks over to me carrying a spatula in one hand and leans down to kiss my cheek.
“Welcome home, Tay baby.”
My skin prickles and I break out into a cold sweat. “I thought you were busy this morning.” I step around to the other side of the large kitchen island, needing the barrier to keep my wits about me.
“I am. Busy making you breakfast to mark the occasion and making sure you have everything you need. Did you really think I’d let you move in without being here?” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and turns back to the stove to flip a pancake.
“I hope you know you’re setting a precedent by feeding me breakfast on day one.”
He smiles back at me over his shoulder. The familiarity of it settles between my ribs. How can it have been so long since we’ve shared a breakfast together yet at the same time it feels like yesterday?
“Can I help?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope, sit your pretty little butt in that chair and let me know if you want some coffee.”
