Page 108 of Against The Rules

“Like you’re shocked I want you two to work out.”

“You were pretty against it, the last time I checked.”

“Yeah, well, that was before I saw how happy she makes you. Plus, you’re more focused on the field. It seems like a no-brainer.”

“Right.”

We stare at each other for a minute.

“We better get going.”

“Yep, and I’m going to kick your ass at poker tonight.”

“In your dreams, asshole,” I tell him, laughing as I get into my car. Jacob backs his out first, and I watch his headlights disappear down the driveway.

I want him and Savannah to get along, too.

She might already be my wife, but being apart from her for three weeks is too much. I want her to be a part of my family, my life.

To see her every day when I wake up, and every night when I go to sleep.

That’s what I want.

CHAPTER 46

SAVANNAH

My hand flies over the iPad, shading the background of a new design in furious strokes. I’m so into it, Florence + the Machine blaring in my headphones, that I don’t realize how many texts I’ve gotten until I stretch, glancing at the screen.

You still up, Savannah?

Just got done here

I’m on my way over, okay?

Are you passed out already, Peaches

My nails scrabble across the desktop and I yawn, checking the time as I text him back.

I’m awake, sorry, I was in the zone

I take my earbuds out, yawning again. God, it’s past midnight. How did that happen?

I just pulled up

I push back my cushy new chair, excitement bubbling in my chest. How has it been three weeks since I last saw him?

Three eventful weeks, yeah, full of work and dance and more work and a few… pointed conversations with Kelsey.

The thing about doing what you love and not working a day in your life is bullshit, actually, because if you do what you love, then you just work all the time and feel guilty when you stop to sleep.

A quick peek in Presley’s room tells me she has not, in fact, come home, and I can’t help grinning a little at the knowledge Ty and I will have the house to ourselves. The house is dark, and I cross to the front door as quick as I can without breaking my leg, opening it to find Ty on the porch, a box in one hand and a bouquet in the other.

“Hey stranger,” I say. The roses are hot pink, just like the one he gave me at the game a few weeks ago.

“I come bearing gifts,” he says. “Why’s it so dark in there? Are you having a séance?”

“I was working in my room. Come in.” I jerk my head, and close the door behind him as he steps inside. “I have this gorgeous new desk and chair, you should see them.”

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