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“I will. That sounds nice, actually. Do you have to go back to work then?”

“No, I’m going to stay with you.”

He turns on the water in the sink, and when it’s the temperature he likes, he pulls the stopper to keep the water in and pours in a handful of salts.

This is how I prefer to soak my feet. Sitting on the bathroom vanity with my feet in the sink. It’s easiest.

And when I slowly lower my poor feet into the warm water, I sigh. It hurts at first, but then it starts to soothe.

“Is this going to be how it is until this performance is over?” Beckett asks as he leans on the counter and pulls me into him, hugging me to him and brushing his lips over the top of my head.

“It’ll get better. I don’t have any calluses anymore. Just when my feet adjust, it’ll be time for the performance, then it’ll all be over.”

“Hmm.” He kisses my temple. “What can I make you to eat?”

I let this sweet moment soak into my pores as I lean against him. I do believe that Beckett’s love language is acts of service. He’s constantly caring for me and pampering me. His aftercare once we’ve finished making love is next-level brilliant. He’s always making sure I’m comfortable and never hungry.

It’s no wonder that I fell in love with him so quickly.

“I should probably have a protein smoothie and some chicken.”

“What do youwant, baby?” He’s still peppering my head with kisses.

“A cheeseburger.” I laugh against him, and he tightens his arms around me. “But I can’t do that. I’m working too hard. The protein is good for me. Maybe we can have pasta for dinner. I could use the carbs, too. I’m burning a lot of calories right now.”

“You can have whatever you want.”

“You say that to me often, Mr. Blackwell.”

“Because it’s true.” He buries his lips in my hair. “Why don’t we curl up for a while and read when you’re done here?”

“Wow, you’re really spoiling me today.”

“Get used to it, baby.”

I’m definitely getting used to it. It’s been nine days of being spoiled, of living here at the farm, and aside from some bad dreams and waking up in a cold sweat because of everything The Arsehole has done to me, I’ve mostly felt at peace. All because of this man.

I’m not simply used to it. I’m keeping him if it’s the last thing I do.

ChapterTwenty-Four

BECKETT

“Ican walk, Beck.” Skyla’s arms are curled around my neck as I carry her out of the bathroom.

“No.” After kissing her temple, I snatch her reading device off the bedside table and carry my girl downstairs to the living room.

We like to curl up in the corner of the sectional to read together. It’s become a routine in the evenings, one of my favorite things to do with her.

I enjoy the stories, but mostly, I just like being withher.With the woman of my dreams, curled up to my side, hugging me as we read to each other.

I know my brothers would give me shit for it but fuck that. I like it. Looks like Bridger was right after all. Not that I’d tell him that.

After I get Skyla settled under a blanket, I kiss her head. “Want some tea?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I want you to sit with me.”

“I’m getting you water, then.”

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