Lovemaking.
Yeah, he’d chew on that one when he had more strength to do any more than yanking up a quilt to cover them.
Aspen snuggled against his side, their eyelids drooping from exhaustion in record time.
“Glad you’re here, BB,” he mumbled.
“Me too, Connor.Me too.”
Minewas the last word he heard a second before peaceful sleep took him.He just wasn’t sure which one of them had uttered it.
Chapter 22—Aspen
Emotions coursed throughAspen’s body more rapidly than the water rushing in the rivers during snowcap runoff.Her first-ever catering event neared and she continued to work on other pitches for potential future gigs.Of course, her constant worry about being one disaster in her shop away from losing her business buzzed beneath the surface.
She needed to take to heart the sermon on control she offered Connor last week.
Speaking of Connor, her happiness soared as it related to her burly handyman-come-hockey fella.It seemed the walls between them crumbled after his confession about the loss of his sister.
But as happy as Aspen was in this moment, poor Mia was miserable.
She still refused to acknowledge the existence of Matt or her brother, Dante, after the big blow-up.Aspen prodded, poked and even begged Mia to at least talk to the men in her life, but the stubborn Italian beauty wouldn’t budge.
Aspen had pondered potential scenarios in which she could bring them all together, but she didn’t want to overstep her bounds in this tenuous situation.
Meanwhile, she and Connor’s relationship was simply amazing.Although they were keeping their budding romance on the down low—her wants, not his—to avoid adding any additional strain into Mia’s life, Aspen couldn’t be happier.
Most nights were spent at Aspen’s place playing their naughty-styleWheel of Fortunethat usually ended up with them in her bed.After a few rounds of making love, they’d both fall asleep in each other’s arms with Aspen leaving him tangled in her sheets to get to the bakery the following morning.
Speaking of sleep, Connor’s rest became more peaceful over the past week.Since he shared the tale of his sister’s death and the fractured relationship with his dad, his sleep became calmer with each night they’d spent together.The first night he jolted awake, sweating and breathing hard.Aspen gathered his massive frame as best she could and whispered calming words to him.
He had a long way to go, and Aspen was going to encourage him to seek counseling to help him process the events, but for now, she was glad she could be there for him as a supportive and dare she say, loving person in his life.
Love?
No, no, no, no.
