“They don’t make men like you anymore,” I said, grinning up at him.
“That’s because God made me special for you.”
I pretended to gag at his cocky expression, but before I could chastise him for his horrible pickup line, he carried me over to the carriage and set me inside.
“How about a ride around town, Ms. May?”
“And where are we going?”
“To see the site of the new Wild West theme park.”
He took the reins and cracked the whip, getting the horses moving.
“Are you serious?”
“It was Jeff’s idea. I’m just helping out.”
Wrapping my arm through his, I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder. “Sure you are.”
36
RYDER
“You’re not really leaving,are you?” I groaned as Ellie hustled around the room to grab her things.
“Look at this mess!”
I winced at the massive number of boxes in her room, leaving very little space for walking, let alone any kind of organization.
“I’ll build something in the closet and?—”
Her gaze snapped up to meet mine, and a scowl curved her lips. “You will not touch a single thing in my house and ruin the integrity of the fine craftsmanship.”
“Well, then where exactly do you expect me to put my things?”
“I set aside two drawers for you.”
I sat up, resting my elbow on my knee as I cocked a grin at my beautiful girlfriend. “It’s cute that you think I only need two drawers.”
“You’re a man,” she grumbled, shuffling between two boxes to reach the closet. “Don’t men need less space than women?”
“Baby, I have suits. I can’t just shove them in a drawer.”
She got pinched between the boxes, unable to move, and let out a frustrated scream. “I can’t live like this!”
“It’s only been a month,” I reminded her.
“Yes, a month where my house has been turned into a gymnasium because it’s too small for more than one person.”
“Two people lived here before,” I reminded her.
“Yes, and either the wife was very happy and the man had hardly anything, or the woman was always thinking about committing murder.”
I barked out a laugh at that, tossing the covers off as I sauntered over to her, careful not to catch my junk on any of the boxes.
“Don’t you come near me with that,” she scolded, her eyes firmly locked on my hardening cock.
“Do you want help?”
