Page 66 of Lost in You

Tonight isn’t the time to tell her I’m not moving to Chicago. Tonight is just about finally being together. I kiss her and slide my hand around to her back, then down to her ass.

“What I want is to take a bath with you. I miss playing with your pussy.”

She hums her agreement against my lips. “No bathtub here. How about a shower?”

“That’ll work.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Trinity

Sunlight spills in around the edges of the curtains through the window in my bedroom the next morning. I just turned off my alarm and I curl back into Linc, wishing I could go back to sleep.

We had a ridiculous amount of crazy good sex, taking the occasional break to rejuvenate with snuggling or a late-night snack. I had to reluctantly tell him around three a.m. that I needed to get a little sleep. I have a huge work meeting today.

That three and a half hours was the best I’ve slept since I got back home. I fell asleep immediately and didn’t have nightmares.

“Call in sick,” Linc mumbles.

I groan, my cheek resting on his strong, warm chest. “I can’t. Our CEO is coming and part of the reason she’s coming is to see me.”

He grunts his disapproval. I sit up, knowing if I don’t force myself out of bed, I’ll fall back asleep. Fatigue makes my head swim.

“Hang out here with Karma while I’m gone. We can go out tonight and you can meet Genevieve.”

His sexy, lazy smile makes me want to curl back up to him, just for five more minutes.

“The famous Genevieve? The one who hordes office supplies and requires Starbucks in the morning and the afternoon?”

I’m touched he remembers. We talked a lot about our friends at the cabin, and he told me about every one of his teammates.

“That’s her.”

His smile fades slightly. “I wish I could, babe, but I’m flying out early this afternoon.”

“Oh. Sure, I understand.”

“Hey.” He reaches for my hand. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I didn’t just come here for a night of sex. I meant everything I said.”

I nod, embarrassed by the tears welling in my eyes. It’s not that I don’t believe him; it’s that I just got him back. And now he’s leaving again.

“Let me show you where I’m going.” He reaches for his phone on the bedside table and even though I’m bummed he’s leaving, I don’t miss the opportunity to admire his body.

His muscles are perfectly ridged, his golden skin smooth other than some dark chest hair. He looks more like an artist’s take on the perfect man than a real one.

His fingers fly over his phone screen and then he passes it to me. “Scroll through those photos.”

The first one is of a sprawling log and stone home that looks straight out of a luxury home magazine. It has two stories, floor-to-ceiling windows and there’s a mountain range in the distance. Other photos show a four-stall garage, two separate log buildings and an outdoor space with an in-ground pool and a massive gazebo.

“It’s beautiful,” I say when I reach the end of the photos.

“I’m glad you think so. Because it’s ours.”

His gaze is locked on mine, his eyes bright with excitement. It takes me a couple of seconds to find the words to respond. Even then, I can only come up with one.

“Ours?”

“I bought it for us. It’s outside Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Remember how we talked about our dreams? Yours was to open an animal rescue for cats and dogs and mine was to own a ranch. We can do both of those. Together. I’m going to Jackson Hole today to meet with a builder about converting one of the outbuildings into a space for cats and dogs. We’ll add heating and cooling and plumbing so we can give them baths out there.”

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