Page 152 of Come Back to Me

“That’s tomorrow’s problem.” Bouncing on my toes, I screech, “Callan, come on. We need to go.” I beckon him onward, spying and ignoring Cody’s confusion.

He, after all, doesn’t know what the van contains.

Leading the way to the veranda where a special truck has pulled up, I clap in delight. The driver must have turned around to make it easier when leaving because as soon as I cross the doorway, I can see straight into the back, and there are kennels for transporting?—

“What the fuck?” Cody’s declaration has me smirking.

Ignoring him, I rush over to grab the driver’s hand so I can shake it. “Thank you so much for bringing them home!”

“Um, y-you’re welcome,” he stutters as I keep on shaking.

“Home?” Cody drawls, closer than I expected. Fingers cup my shoulder, making a shiver trickle down my spine. “You can let go of his hand now, Tee.”

Cody must have central heating in his palms because it sinks straight through the bone and warms me up from the inside out. I want nothing more than to step into him, have his arms tighten around me?—

The back door of the van slams to a close.

“What are you doing?” I complain.

“They’re driving over to our paddock,” Cody murmurs in my ear.

“Why?”

“Apparently, they’re all ours?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I think we can agree it’s that.” Amusement flitters over his features. “Surprise a minute whenever you’re around, Tee.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“I’m never bored.”

Throat bobbing, I mutter, “I live to entertain.”

His hand moves from my shoulder and trails down my arm. When his fingers toy with mine, I blink up at him until he rasps, “I’m prepared, Tee. I’ll fight for this final chance.”

Relief and hope flutter inside me so, of course, I tease, “You haven’t seen the dog we picked for you yet.”

“Callan said there’s a dog for each of us. I thought he was building a haven, not turning the ranch house into one.”

“When did he say that?”

“Just now.” He arches a brow at me. “You okay?”

“Is it possible to have cold turkey for touch?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind,” I mumble, studying his fingers which are entwined with mine.

Those fingertips worked magic on my body. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that, but he’s so fucking hot that I want him to play me like the piano.

I bet my moans would create a score.

The chords light up my brain, making me twitch with the need for my notepad and pencil.

On the brink of seeking out both items, a yap from the van draws me back to the situation at hand.

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