We lie down, but instead of kissing, we talk. He reaches for my hand and plays with it.
“Tell me what you did today besides wander around my house in sexy lingerie?”
“I definitely didn’t do that.”
“Shhh. That’s how I picture you in my house when I am gone. Don’t ruin the fantasy.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I shake my head and bite back a smile. “And I wasn’t doing anything remotely glamorous.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“I actually spent most of the day writing.”
“Writing?” He frowns. “Like, for work?”
“No. A book, actually.”
“You’re writing a book?” He pushes up on one arm, his eyes wide as he stares. “Fuck, is there anything you can’t do?” There’s so much admiration in his gaze, I have to look away.
“I can’t change a tire.” The need to play down my manuscript is second nature. I hold out a hand and extend a finger with each skillset I list. “I can’t ice skate. I’ve never been skiing.”
“Stop.” He places his palm over my hand. “Do you know how many people can write a fucking book? No one I’ve met.”
He might be correct, but my skin still heats at the attention. “It’s not technically finished.”It might never be.
“But you’re doing the damn thing. That takes so much courage. And talent.” He lifts his brows. “I mean, can you imagine me writing a book?”
I want to laugh, because no, I can’t. But that’s not because he’s incapable. I just can’t picture him spending hours behind a laptop. This man is a do-er. He works hard, he plays harder, and he would never waste his days writing when he could be living.
“I’m sure you could if you put your mind to it.”
“I doubt that.” He chuckles, lying back on the bed and pulling me down with him. “I can’t believe I’m sleeping with a writer.” The tenderness in his tone does a funny thing to my insides. “That’s so damn cool.”
“What about you?” The need to change the subject is overpowering. “How was your day?”
“Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”
“Oh, yeah?” I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest.
“Yeah, so you know how you downloaded that library app for me?”
“Yes.”
“I was listening most of the day. Until my headphones died andmy phone decided to play the book at full volume in front of the entire crew. My brother, Ryan. My nephew and his friend, too.”
“No!” I gasp. “Wait, what part?”
“Straight dirty talk.”
“Of course.” I can’t hold back my giggles.
He glares, but there isn’t any malice behind those gorgeous eyes. I cover my smile.
“Sorry.”
“Are you?” He grins. “Because you appear to be tickled pink by my mortification.”
“I need to know how you explained that.”
