“I didn’t know the Graff had takeout,” she’d said.
“They don’t.” He’d grinned but wouldn’t tell her how he’d managed it.
At work he was professional. Sometimes she’d find him looking at her with a smile that made her wonder what he was thinking but he never crossed a line. When they first started dating, she’d wondered if the fact that she was in essence his boss might be a problem. It hadn’t been. But she still wondered why he’d never, as far as she knew, tried to become a flight nurse. If for no other reason than they made more money than a flight paramedic.
Even though it was early, she knew she wouldn’t go back to sleep. She got up, careful not to wake Connor, grabbed a robe and her fuzzy socks, and went to her kitchen to make coffee. She stood with her back to the doorway, watching the coffee perk, jolting when she felt arms come around her.
“Did I scare you?” Connor asked, nuzzling her neck.
“A little. I didn’t expect you to be up so early.”
“We both have the day off and get to spend it together. I’ll take advantage of that any time.” He paused and turned her around. “Unless you have other plans?”
“Actually, no. What did you have in mind?”
He started ticking things off on his fingers. “Ice-skating, snowshoeing, riding, skiing… Any other ideas?”
“Yes.” He was ripped. She’d known that, of course, but his chest, which was bare right now, still made her salivate every time she saw it. He’d put on his jeans, which rode low on his hips and fit him perfectly. Soft, with the stress points worn. She sighed.
“Sierra?”
“Oh, sorry. Let’s stay in and have a movie marathon.”
“Can we make out on the couch while we watch them?”
She laughed. “Of course. I’ll plan for breaks.” She ran her hand over his chest. “For other activities.”
“Count me in. I like action movies.”
“I like romantic comedies.” She thought for a minute and said, “My, aren’t we cliché.”
“So? We like what we like. Nothing wrong with that.”
After breakfast they flipped a coin. Sierra won and chose one of her favorite romantic comedies. Connor groaned but acquiesced, laughing nearly as much as she did once he got into it.
After the movie they went back to bed and made love again. Sierra wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so content. Which was sort of an odd thing to think after some of the most explosive sex she’d ever had. But Connor had a knack for making her relax and simply be happy. Once she recovered from mind-blowing sex, that is.
Connor’s phone rang. “Aren’t you going to get it?” Sierra asked when he ignored it.
“It’s Liam. He can—oh, shit, I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“I told him I’d help him build another foaling box.”
“Today?”
“I didn’t realize we’d be doing something today. Damn it, I have to help him. Val will try to help if I don’t.”
From hearing Connor talk about them she knew Val was Liam’s wife. “Is that a problem?”
“Not for Val, but Liam will freak out. She’s pregnant and the doc told her to take it easy, but taking it easy isn’t the same thing to Val as it is to Liam.”
“Then you need to go. Why don’t I go with you? I’d like to meet both of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, you’ll like them.”
Meeting some of his family. That might sound serious, but it wasn’t. Not necessarily, anyway.
