Page 33 of Clean Sweep
"Hey stranger," she called, a smile lighting her face.
God, she's stunning.
I thought it every time I saw her. Thought it every time she returned from her trips. I'd thought it the day she'd walked down the aisle to me, flowers in her hair, that gorgeous smile on her lips.
I stalked to her, pulled her close, my lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss.
"Damn honeymooners," the driver muttered, getting out and unloading Laura's bags.
I ignored him, focusing on my wife.
It'd been three years since Laura had entered my mess of a house and set everything to right. She'd made this house a home, loved on my boys, loved on me.
She still had her career, her show winning an Emmy last year. Her social media numbers were through the roof and only increasing, endorsement deals coming her way every day. We made it work because it was worth it. Every single moment we had together made all the stress and juggling and travel worth it.
"Missed you," she murmured against my lips.
"Missed you more," I replied.
We backed up just a little, Laura still in my arms but trying to peer around me.
"Where are my boys?" She asked, frowning.
"Grandmas."
Laura looked up at me, a sexy grin pulling at her lips. "Oh really?"
"Mm," I bent to kiss her again but was interrupted by the driver.
"Sorry," he muttered. "You need anything else?"
"No, thanks."
We waved him off then I picked up her bags and followed her into the house.
"Erik," she said with a delighted laugh. "You didn't."
I dropped the bags in the entry, closing the door behind me and coming to wrap arms around her middle, resting my head on her shoulder. "It's the one you wanted, right?"
She looked at me, heart in her eyes. "Yeah, and it's perfect."
I'd long ago learned that the way to Laura's heart wasn't through flowers or chocolate – though she liked those as well. Nope, the best gift was a new cleaning instrument.
This time I'd gone big. To be fair, it was the longest she'd been away – three weeks in total. I'd missed her, the boys had missed her, our house missed her.
Don't tell her, but I'd had a cleaning company come in yesterday. She may be the Queen of Clean, but I was certainly still the Master of Mess. And the last thing I'd wanted today was something to distract her.
She pulled away, running hands over the industrial grade carpet cleaner. "It's gorgeous," she murmured, lifting the hose. "Ooh, light weight and ergonomic."
Honestly. My wife was the only woman I knew who would want a vacuum more than diamonds. Seriously, the woman had a Pinterest dream board filled with what she called, 'cleaning porn'.
That's my wife.
"You can admire it later," I swung her up and over my shoulder, and head for the stairs.
She squealed, her legs kicking in my fireman hold. "Erik! Put me down! You'll do your back!"
I ignored her, zeroing in on the bedroom.
