I feel an abundance of pride for this woman.
“While we both were apart, we seem to have had the same ideas.”
She tilts her head in question, and I can’t help myself. I brush a soft kiss against her lips before continuing.
“I met with a lawyer the other day. And I know I should have talked to you first, but I wanted to surprise you. I want to reformat the company to give you a larger role, more control over the entire thing, honestly.”
“Oh my God, I have so many thoughts about this!” She sounds excited, but it’s hard to tell until she sits up and claps her hands together.
I take it as my cue that we’re no longer in a cuddling mood and join her, sitting up against the headboard.
She draws the sheet over her lap but leaves her breasts bare, and I almost cave and decide talking can wait for later. I don’t, though, because she’s too excited about her ideas and I want to hear them.
“So, I think we need to turn the business into a sort of project management setup.”
“What does that mean?”
“Basically, that you have a core group that organizes more than they get their hands dirty. So, it would be us two and whoever else we could throw into the mix in Bluebell Falls that would keep track of different projects all over the country, making sure deadlines are met, contractors are doing what they need to, that kind of thing.”
“And you think we can pull that off?” If she says we can, I believe her. She would absolutely be running the show, though, because I only know how to run things by getting my hands dirty and being involved in every single project. This is the shift I want, I just didn’t really know how to go about it.
But Ainsley sees it all, and somehow even during the unknown, we were on the same page all along.
“Absolutely. It’s going to take a little restructuring, but we can use a couple of projects as tests and iron out all the details.”
I’m in awe of this woman in more ways than one. She’s so fucking smart, it’s amazing I haven’t thought to bring her on in a bigger way before.
“Love it. You take the lead and tell me what you need from me. This is your baby now.”
“What?” She startles.
“This entire project is yours. Tell me where you need me, what you need me to do, and I’ll do it. You’re the one in charge, baby.”
She clammers over my lap and straddles me again with a giant smile spread across her face.
“You, Ledger Dean Hutton, are fucking amazing, you know that?” She leans down to kiss me as I grip her plump ass in my hands.
The front door slams, jolting us away from each other.
“Aunt Ains!” Gavin yells at the top of his lungs, and I’m sure the entire neighborhood hears him.
Ainsley and I scramble off the bed, grabbing whatever clothes we can find. I toss her tank top at her as she throws my underwear at me, as we attempt to get dressed.
“Just a second!” Ainsley yells back frantically, and I can’t help the bark of laughter from my chest.
“Shut up. Oh my God, my freaking nephew is going to see something if he comes in here!”
I pull up my shorts and bend over, laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face. Ainsley straightens herself out and walks over to me, pushing me over onto the bed before heading toward the door. “Get your shit together, then come join us.” There’s laughter in her voice, and it only makes me laugh harder.
I hear the voices of not only Gavin, but Theo and Larkin as well, and I pull myself together and toss my T-shirt on before heading out into the main living area.
“Are you Ledger?” the teenage boy standing straight in front of me asks in an accusing tone, and it’s somehow endearing on him.
“I am, indeed. You must be Gavin,” I say, holding my hand out to him.
He looks me up and down, and I look over his head at Ainsley and Larkin with my eyebrows raised. They’re both hiding their giggle behind their hands, and I smirk before turning my attention back to Gavin.
He takes my hand in a firm handshake, and if I didn’t already like the kid, that would have sealed it.
