Page 87 of Love Takes Home

She rolls her eyes. “I know.”

“I saw your brother today. And your father.”

“What did they have to say?”

“Well, your brother hates high schoolers, and your father is worried about you.”

“That tracks.”

“But your brother has probably forgotten his hatred of high schoolers with all the information your father unloaded on him today.”

“Wait, they were in the same room? Talking?”

“They were.”

“Why were you at Dad’s?”

“I went to pack a bag for you and Davis insisted on tagging along.”

“You packed a bag for me?”

“I wanted to surprise you. And if you wanted to stay, you would have clothes for tomorrow.”

She smiles at me, a sweet smile that gives my heart an extra beat. Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone. We continue to make small talk on the way to my house, and I fill her in on how the job went last weekend, and that the family was already on their way to somewhere safe. When we pull into the driveway, I rush around to open her door, leaving just enough space for her to slide down my body on her way out.

“Naughty.” She winks.

“You have no idea.” I raise my brows, doing my Groucho Marx impersonation.

“What am I going to do with you?” She laughs.

“I have so many ideas.”

I kiss her soundly before walking her to the door and inside the house.

“What can I do?” she asks, dropping her bag on the floor next to the couch. No, I don’t miss the longing look she gives the thing. Seriously, is it that great of a couch?

“Nothing. We have a little while. Let me get the steaks marinating, and you get reacquainted with the furniture.”

“Aww, are you jealous?”

“No,” I mulishly reply.

She pats my cheek. “Cheer up, big boy, you have something the couch doesn’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“The ability to talk. Wait, that might not be a check in the pro column.”

“I’ll get you for that one.” I laugh, pulling her into me and rubbing my scruff on her neck.

“Okay, okay! You have the ability to walk!” She laughs, both pulling away and holding me to her.

“Not good enough.” I nip at her neck.

“Ahh! Joker!” She can’t stop laughing. “Okay! You have a big dick! The couch doesn’t have one of those, and I really like it!”

I pull back, looking her in the eyes. “Do you only like me for my dick?”

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