Page 79 of Unwanted

“Hey,” I greet.

“I’ve just had this brilliant idea,” he says, diving right in. “And I couldn’t wait to run it past you.”

“Oh, hey, hi, sorry to disturb you on a Saturday morning. How are you, Frankie? I’m good, thank you, Jordan, how nice of you to ask.”

“Are you done being a smartass?” he drolls. “I really need to talk to you.”

“Well, you’ve got five minutes, because I’ve got a gorgeous man in between my legs, with his mouth open and ready to suck my dick.”

Arlo whips his head up, his face incredulous. I shrug innocently and cover the phone with my hand. “Two can play this game,” I whisper just before I put Jordan on speaker.

“Speaking of said gorgeous man,” Jordan says. “Since you haven’t told me whether you’re staying or going, I figure I’ll make the decision for you.”

I watch Arlo’s face morph from mildly interested to flat out invested.

While there’s so much he and I have spoken about, when it comes to the specifics of what’s next for us, we haven’t mentioned a single word.

“Okay,” I say, my eyes never leaving Arlo’s. “Am I staying or going?”

“What if I open an LA office and you run it?”

My body bolts upright and my stomach flutters in excitement at the thought. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Well, it would be a shit thing to tease you with if I wasn’t.”

“Are you ready to expand?” I ask.

“I think I am,” he exclaims. “I’ve run it past Gael. Probably one too many times, but I think this could be good for us. And by us, I mean you and me.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe out.

I’m talking to Jordan, but all my attention is on Arlo, who’s now untangled himself from my body and is fully naked, sitting opposite me.

His eyes bore into mine and I know he’s processing the importance of this even more quickly than I am.

“I’d need you to come back soon to discuss a few things and make plans face-to-face,” he states. “But as of now, you’re officially head realtor of our LA office.”

“Jordan.” Arlo’s hand reaches out to find mine and I bring them to my lips. “Can I call you back?”

I don’t bother waiting for an answer as I throw my phone to the side and straddle Arlo.

His arms wrap around me. “You spoke to Jordan about wanting to stay?”

“I’ve wanted to stay from the moment my feet walked me off the plane,” I confess. My mouth descends onto his, the kiss long and deep. “Did you really think I could walk away from you twice?”

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk away twice?”

“You would’ve come to Seattle?”

“I’ve learned from my mistakes, Frankie. And I would follow you anywhere.”

Arlo’s recovery is here. His support system, his job. It’s all here. And the idea that he would abandon it all for me provides another reason I am unequivocally in love with him.

“So, Jordan knows about me?” Arlo asks.

Laughing, my head falls back and he presses his mouth to my neck. “Does that mean you’re not jealous anymore?”

He peppers my neck and jaw with kisses. “I’d say I’m less jealous now that I know you’ve spoken to him about me.”

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