He felt…
He felt no different.
Dammit. He’d hoped maybe when he passed over the threshold to his land something would click. A feeling of things being right.
Nope. The only thing that felt right was Kenzie’s hand in his. They’d practically been intimate on the drive—with only their fingers stroking each other.
His parents had no idea what was going on under that coat between them.
They pulled up to the main house. His house.
Cord had the lights inside blazing to welcome him. At least the asshole could follow through with something.
He opened the door at the same time his father climbed out of the truck. Kenzie gave his mother an awkward over-the-seat hug and scooted out after him.
She blasted past Tucker to the front door. Arms crossed, she fidgeted a little dance from foot to foot.
Yeah, his parents had freaked her out. He’d never seen anyone move so fast up the four front steps to his wrap-around pine deck.
He used his key and pushed the front door open. He’d picked it himself. Curved across the top, it had two sides that opened and heavy black metal hinges. “No mountain lions up here on the porch.”
She rushed inside. “You can’t know that.”
He bit back a laugh.
A trip for the bags and he stood at the front of his house with his father.
“Son.” Dad put out his hand.
Tucker shook it.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“I like her.” Dad had a firm grip.
“Me too.” Acknowledging that made him warm all over.
A quick pump of the hand and his dad strode back to his truck. He stopped. Turned. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Well, there he had it.
With that, Tucker went inside to Kenzie.
“This house…” Kenzie turned a full circle in his living room.
His sister had decorated the place, he couldn’t take the credit there, but he loved every bit of it. From the twenty-foot ceiling and the bank of windows along the south wall, to the stone fireplace and walnut hardwood floors. On one side there was a kitchen and dining room. The other had four bedrooms and a special recording studio he’d added before his muse had left him.
His sister was also likely responsible for the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. It nearly reached the ceiling.
Kenzie faced him. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
She was too damn far away. Their bags abandoned by the front door, he moved to her.
Neither of them said a word. But in that nothing, they said everything.
Her red hair spilled over her shoulders. Lifting a curl, he wound it around his finger, released it and ran a hand over her shoulder. She took a sharp breath at the touch. He trailed his fingers down her arm to her hand, linking it with his.
She lifted onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.
