“Wedding outside, honeymoon somewhere we can walk around naked. Got it.”
A car pulls up to the curb, and Josh checks his phone before nodding. “This is us.” He opens the door for me, letting me slide in first.
“Where t—” The driver stops mid-sentence, his eyes widening. “Mr. Greenfeld! Sir!”
I blink, recognizing the voice. What are the odds? We’ve landed back in the car of the aspiring New Jersey actor.
“Mr. Greenfeld, I took your advice! I got a role! It’s a walk-on in a crime show. Even got some lines and everything.” He holds up a hand for a high five.
Josh and I both slap his palm, genuinely happy for him as he launches into a blow-by-blow of the audition process.
When we arrive at my apartment, I thank the driver, and Josh and I step out into the cool night air.
Hands tucked into his coat pockets, Josh stands on the sidewalk, staring up at my apartment building with a small frown.
“What?” I ask, stepping beside him.
“You don’t suit this place.” He nods toward the building. “It’s too soulless for you.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Try telling my salary that.”
“I put in an offer on the brownstone.”
My heart leaps into my throat. “Good,” I whisper, warmth blooming low in my stomach. “I like it.”
“You wanna move in?”
“No.” I laugh softly. “But thank you for the offer.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not above using my library to seduce you.”
I laugh again, but the sound escapes as a gasp when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. He bends his head, pausing just a fraction away from my lips.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispers, his voice low and rough.
My heart skips. “I want it.”
He kisses me, and the world tilts. He tastes like sunshine and spice, and I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes as he deepens the kiss. Heat thrums through me, a delicious ache pooling low and deep. My fingers clutch at his coat, pulling him closer as if I can’t get enough.
His hands shift to my hips, steady and firm, and he slowly eases us back.
I make a noise of protest, but I let him pull away, his forehead resting against mine as we both catch our breath.
“Come to the Cove with me,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “Next weekend. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” His lips quirk into a grin. “And I’ve already checked—we don’t have a wedding event that weekend.”
“Thank God,” I mutter, earning a quiet laugh from him.
He tilts my chin up with his thumb, his touch featherlight against my skin. “Say yes.”
With my heart in my throat and all my courage, I give him my answer.
“Yes.”
ELEVEN
MOLLY
Between my classes with the kids at the center, romancing new donors, and spending as much time as possible with Josh, I’m stretched thin.
