Page 60 of Only Ever You

“I … I’ve thought about this moment for a long time. Back before you and Pippa were together. I can’t apologise enough for what happened?—”

“I’d rather not talk about it if that’s okay.”

He nods. “Sure. It’s good to see you anyway. I’m glad you’re with my sister. She’s always loved you.”

I wrap my arm around Pippa’s shoulders. “It’s good to see you too.”

She slips her arms around my waist and gives it a squeeze. Making her happy makes everything else pale into insignificance.

“Would you two like a coffee? That drive must be wearing,” Jean asks.

I grin. “I wanted to fly, but Pippa insisted on driving.”

“I like the scenery.” She pokes her tongue at me, and I resist the temptation to suck that tongue into my mouth and kiss her.

“Next time, we’ll fly.” I peck her on the lips instead.

She rolls her eyes. “Deal.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it,” Lucas says.

I meet his gaze again and chuckle.

Pippa and I haven’t talked about the business or wealth, but Infinity Drinks is a multi-million-dollar company and I’m a 25% shareholder.

Pippa’s a hopeless romantic—it’s all that time spent with her nose in a book. But I’m in a position to give her everything she ever dreamed of.

And I will.

Chapter Nineteen

Pippa

“Don’t forget I’m going shopping with Lucas this morning,” I say.

“Since when?” Deacon replies.

“Since we talked about it last night.”

He laughs. “That was before you distracted me.”

“You weren’t that hard to distract.”

Deacon wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. “Come here then, you little temptress, distract me some more.”

I let out a sigh as if what he saying is unreasonable. The truth is, I love how much he loves me. He’s forever reaching out and touching me as if he’s scared I’ll disappear. But the reverse is true too because I’m scared that I’ll wake up one day and all of this will have been a dream.

“Kiss me like you’ll miss me.” I grin.

“Oh, I can do far more than that.”

He slides his hand into my panties, and I bark out a laugh. “Do we really have time for this?”

Deacon pouts. “We can make time. We’re on holiday.”

His long fingers stroke my clit, and my breath hitches. I love him touching me.

Oh, screw it. Lucas can wait.

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