Page 162 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“Never once doubted it, baby. I love you the most, you know.”

I closed my eyes, accepting that to be true.

Sparks flew when we kissed again, igniting us, but I wasn’t afraid of this fire.

Not anymore. I didn’t have to be.

After all, this wasWeston.

Epilogue

Weston

One Year Later

“Youneedanewjar. This one is getting full.”

Elise came up behind me, where I’d been studying the odds and ends she’d artfully placed on the shelf in her home office. Her arms wound around my middle, and her cheek pressed against my back.

“You write me a lot of notes. It was bound to get full.”

I rubbed my hand on hers. “Is that a complaint?”

“Never. If you stop writing me notes, I’ll complain.”

Loosening her arms, I turned around to face her. “I don’t foresee that happening.”

“Better not.”

She tipped her head back, giving me her mouth. I pressed mine to hers, groaning at the feel of her lush lips. Over a year of kissing her, months of living together and seeing each other on a daily basis, and I hadn’t gotten used to having her.

Time was ticking. We had to be on the road soon. “Are you all packed?”

She snuggled in closer, her cheek on my shoulder. “Mmm…yes. You?”

I dragged my nose through her silky hair. “I am. What are the chances my brother is ready?”

Elise sputtered a laugh. “Slim to none.”

A year of her being mine, and she hadn’t gotten tired of me. It was astounding, really. Being my partner came with baggage. The big job, the tendency toward grumpiness, the wayward brother.

A crash sounded from the living room, followed by Miles yelling he was okay.

Fuck me and my wayward brother.He’d moved out months ago, but he always managed to find an excuse to worm his way back in, and I must have lost my mind because I let him.

“Should I go check on him?” Elise asked.

My arm tightened. “No. Stay. We’re spending the weekend with him. That’s enough.”

I felt her smile. “You invited him. This was your idea.”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Sometimes I make mistakes, this being one of them. He caught me in a moment of weakness. Made me nostalgic for our childhood camping trips.”

“Fortunately, this camping trip comes equipped with alcohol and edibles.” She winged her eyebrow. I kissed it.

“You’re cute, but I’m not convinced. Did I tell you about the time Miles tripped on LSD—”

“And you had to carry him back to the car? Yes, once or twice.”

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