Page 74 of His Curvy Distraction

“I know, but still. I can’t ask you to do more than you’ve already done.”

“I’m not the person who knows how to do that. I meant Knox Randall or Sofia Frank. Sebastian Parks might be another one. They might have their contractor’s license.”

“Yeah, but a building is going to require an engineer and an architect and a lot of people.”

I shook my head. “I’m not so sure. There are prefab buildings that come with instructions to assemble them.”

“We’re going to be putting kids in this,” she said, not sounding convinced.

“I know. I really think it might be worth looking into. It might be more affordable, too.”

“I will look into it. But back to your original question, we would probably have to delay opening the camp for a year. It might be the better option anyway.”

“But it’s not what you want.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s not. But we don’t always get what we want when we want it. It’ll happen. The camp will open. And if I have to wait a year so we can do it right, that’s okay.”

I studied her. She smiled and set her glass on the table. She stood and pulled on her coat, then slung her handbag over her shoulder.

She looked like she meant what she said. It wasn’t a manipulation. It was simply the truth.

“I hope you don’t have to wait a year.”

“Me, too.”

I followed her outside into the cold night and realized I hadn’t thought about what would come after dinner. I wasn’t ready for the night to end, but I wasn’t going to be presumptuous.

“So, um, I parked over here,” she said, gesturing toward the parking lot.

I nodded and followed her. She fiddled with her keys as we got closer to her car, then unlocked it with a beep.

“I had a good time,” she said.

I brushed the hair out of her face so I could look into her eyes. “I don’t want to say goodnight yet.”

She tilted her chin up and smiled. “Neither do I. But I have a roommate.”

“I do not.”

“That’s… nice for you.”

I laughed with her. “Would you like to come back to my place?”

She ducked her chin and nodded.

I lifted her chin, waiting until her gaze hit mine before I spoke. “The choice is yours, Natalie. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

She bit the inside of her lip and smiled. “Would it help to know I told Daisy I was hoping to not be home tonight?”

My dick twitched at the thought. I nodded, then cleared my suddenly thick throat. “Yes, that helps.”

“Should I follow you?”

I nodded, leaning closer to her. She smiled, her back pressed against the side of her SUV and me to her front.

I leaned down slowly, holding her gaze until the last minute when mine dropped to her lips.

Her lips parted with her quick inhale, then they were on mine. Hungry, desperate kisses passed between us, give and take and give again.

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