Page 280 of Enemies

There’s movement in Harrison’s room, a shadow falling across the open doorway.

“I know I sprung the Vegas thing on you, but I want a future. And I want it with…”

When I step inside, he’s waiting.

My attention drifts to the matching set of Louis Vuitton luggage on the bed. I reach for one and open it, finding it full of my belongings. “What is this?”

“Proper bags. For more than a handful of items. You said you wanted to settle down. Doesn’t mean you won’t travel occasionally, but this will get you started.”

His thoughtfulness slices through the knot in my stomach.

“This is a lot of luggage. What could possibly be in…” I unzip the second bag, and the silver appliance glints up at me. “The espresso machine?” My jaw drops.

“I bought it for you,” he murmurs from behind me.

“You’re insane.”

“Only since I met you. You’re impossible to please.”

“That’s because there’s nothing you could give me that would make me happy.”

Because what I want is you.

He frowns, nodding to the next suitcase. “Look anyway.”

I roll my eyes but open the top.

The contents have my hand dropping to my side.

Rows of folded, pressed dress shirts stare up at me. Neatly looped belts. Folded slacks.

The window is open, but there’s not enough air in the room. My throat works for a moment before I can make a sound.

“Your things?” I force my gaze to meet his, and when I do, it’s full of so much emotion I’m tingling everywhere.

“Consider me newly acquired baggage. I love you. You’re not going anywhere without me.”

Hope surges through me. I want to so badly. I know he usually leaves Ibiza at the end of the season, but for London. The last time he was in the US, it was for Kings, which is a pile of rubble. I can’t quite believe this man would drop everything to follow me.

“Even Vegas?”

He nods. “I made a call. We have a penthouse at the Wynn.”

My slow smile won’t stop. “God, you’re arrogant. I haven’t even invited you.”

Harrison drags me against him, his hard body warm through our clothes. “You owe me one favor?—“

“Keep it,” I interrupt, breathless. “This time, you’re doing me one.”

His eyes warm with love and desire, and he drags me up to his lips. My hands fall to his chest as he kisses me. In this moment, I have everything—a home, a family, someone I adore who loves me back, when I want him to and when I don’t.

“What will you even do in Vegas?” I pant, pulling away an inch.

He brushes his thumb across my lips. “It’s close to LA. I can run my business from there.”

“And La Mer?”

He shrugs. “I’ll put in an offer when it comes up. Leni would love to take it on and find the right person to run it.”

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