Page 81 of Hiding Hollywood

He cupped her sweet face in his hands. “I love you. I want you there.”

Her lips twisted to the side. “Can I redecorate?”

Cameron linked their hands together and tugged her with him as he walked to his truck. “Any way, you’d like.”

“And I think we should take turns doing dishes.”

“Sounds good.” He didn’t care. He’d try to convince her to make this a permanent arrangement as soon as possible.

He opened her truck door, but she paused, giving him a sweet, long kiss before climbing in. “Oh.” She held open the door a second longer. “It’s your turn for the dishes.”

Epilogue

She felt like a thief. Addie shoved another set of sheets into the trash bag. They weren’t really deemed a “set” of sheets. They didn’t match. Green and blue plaid didn’t go with a faded yellow sheet. Nothing Cameron owned matched. But he’d given her permission to redecorate. No one had to tell her twice.

“Nash will be here soon.” Cameron stepped into the room. “That means you have fifteen minutes to finish doing whatever it is you’re doing.” He scanned the area, his eyebrows pulling down low. He set his hands on his hips. “What are you doing?”

Addie smiled.

Cameron scowled. “It’s never good when you look like that.”

“Happy?”

“Guilty.”

She rose from the pile of sheets, passed by two more bags of random things for the thrift store she’d already accumulated, and stopped in front of him. “You told me to make myself at home.”

“I did.”

“And it’s hard to live in a house where nothing matches. As a single man, living alone, it’s cute. As a couple, livingtogether, it’s strange.” She waited for him to process her statement. She had the money to redecorate the entire house. New sheets. New furniture. New dishes. But Cameron would hate that. And she didn’t want to eliminate his past from the house. Just the ratty sheets with the elastic that didn’t have a prayer left of staying on the mattress. And the towels that were so threadbare, she could see the light through the fabric when she held them up.

And maybe one set of ugly orange and green dishes that looked like an abstract pumpkin.

“Okay.” He reached down and picked up a trash bag closest to him. The plates inside rattled. She’d set the dishes in an empty box in that bag, hoping to keep them from sliding around. “Do you want me to haul them to the donation site?”

He hated giving away things that were still useful, but he’d do it for her. She stretched up on her toes and kissed him. “Not right now.” Maybe, one day, she’d get over how cute her boyfriend was. How he could stand there, holding a damn trash bag, and turn her on in an instant.

He snagged her around her waist, holding her tight. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. The intensity in his green eyes nearly took her breath away. “When you kiss me like that, it makes me want to drop everything I have and toss you back into bed.”

“I haven’t stopped you yet.”

His other hand scooped her up into his arms.

As the dishes crashed beside them.

He grimaced and closed his eyes. “What did I just break?”

“Ugly plates.” She kissed him along his neck. And even though he’d taken a shower, she still caught the smell of fresh cut grass. “You said we had fifteen minutes.”

“Unless he’s early.” Cameron dumped her on the bed. He glanced around his room. “What happened to the bedspread?”

She pointed at another trash bag. “It’s going to a better home.”

“I guess that’s where the sheets are, too?”

“Yes.” She pulled her shirt off and then her bra. “Do you want to talk about this any longer?”

His mouth quirked. His tee shirt joined hers on the floor. “Not if I only have fifteen minutes.”

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