A wicked smile graces his lips and has my nipples tightening in response. But neither of us has time for this right now. “Oh no you don’t. You’ve got a stadium to get to, and I’ve got so much to buy for this place, it’s not even funny.”
His smile is replaced with determination. “Give me a list to work from so I can take some things off your plate.”
I shake my head. “I told you, I want to hand pick everything. Or at least all the important stuff.”
He nods, deep in thought. “What about electronics? TVs, a sound system? Can I help you out with that?”
I brighten at the suggestion. “I actually could use a little help in that department. I usually get whatever the salesperson is trying to sell me on.” I chuckle. “And I know there is a built-in sound system somewhere in here but have no clue how to connect it to my phone.”
“Consider it done.”
“Okay, but I need to give you my credit card number before you order anything.”
He gives me a bored look. “I think I can swing it, Daisy.”
I return the look. “I’m not about to have you bankroll this for me. I’m a big girl, and I can afford it on my own.”
His jaw ticks before he sighs. “All right. How about I get what you need, then show you the bill? Then you can pay me back. Less back and forth that way, don’t you agree?”
My eyes narrow, but I can’t disagree with that logic. And the way he’s getting worked up about wanting to take care of these tasks for me is getting me all hot and bothered, so I’m not going to fake being put out. “Fine.”
“Good.” He smirks a little too mischievously for my liking, but we both need to get on with our day, and I know I have to be the one to initiate getting off the phone since he has no problem threatening to quit every time he realizes he needs to hang up.
“Okay, now put a shirt on. Some of us have work to do.”
He runs a hand down his chest until it’s out of frame, and my eyes almost pop out of my head. “Have a good day, Daisy girl. I love you.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Love you too.”
I hang up and blow out a deep breath.
Then force myself to get ready and walk out the door.
Before I do something crazy like book a last-minute flight to Miami.
thirty-seven
I silently curse thenail gun in my hand for not being quieter.
But this is the last thing I need to get done before Daisy wakes up. Then I can move on to making her breakfast.
When I got in, I soundlessly snuck into her room, thinking I’d wake her with some much-needed morning sex.
But given the condition of the apartment and how she was sprawled out on the bed, it was obvious she needed her rest.
I don’t know how she did it, but the place looks fully furnished.
Gotta love living in New York City, because where the hell else would she have gotten same-day delivery for the deep brown leather couches, coffee table, and dining room table? I smile at how similar these couches look to the ones at our cabin.
She had artwork leaning against walls I assumed she wanted them hung on. The kitchen island was stacked high with empty cardboard boxes for every pot and pan imaginable. A light rugnow runs through the kitchen and I’m currently nailing a large piece of rolled up corkboard material to the spot she pointed at when we walked through the place half naked a couple of nights ago.
I hear her shriek from her doorway and turn. She’s wide-eyed, hair in a cute twist of curls at the top of her head, and she’s wearing my hoodie.
I manage to turn off the nail gun and place it safely on the ground before she’s running my way and leaping into my arms.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck and exhale deeply for the first time since I left her.
“What are you doing here? I thought the team wasn’t getting in until this afternoon!” She wiggles in my arms, placing her hands on my cheeks, pulling me into the sweetest kiss known to man.
