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Is that a blip of insecurity hanging off Miles Montgomery, or is he just making sure I know he is what he is and he’s not changing. Either way, I do love him just the way he is.

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I tease, knowing full well what he wants.

“Give me the three little words I need to hear.”

“What words would those be?”

His big calloused hand cradles my face as his thumb caresses my cheek. His eyes beg me to say the words. And there’s no possible way to deny him.

“I love you, Miles. All of you.”

Expecting his charming smile after getting his way, I’m surprised by the serious look on his face.

His thumb continues to brush over my cheek and his eyes no longer searching mine speak directly to me. They thank me for loving him. For giving him a chance. For giving us a chance.

“I love you too, Mason.” He places a sweet kiss on my lips, and I melt on the spot. “Come on, if we don’t leave now, we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“That’s fine with me.”

After separating himself from me, he adjusts the bulge in hispants. When I step toward him, he steps away from me, knowing my dastardly plan to keep us in all night.

“Don’t you worry, baby. You’ll get what you’re looking for, but first, I need to feed you. Why don’t you throw some things in a bag? We’re staying at my place tonight.”

“Oh, we are, are we?”

“If you don’t mind, Lou would sure appreciate it.”

“Oh, well if it’s for Lou, then of course.”

Quickly, I throw some things in an overnight bag while floating around the house like I’ve been sprinkled with pixie dust and wondering how I could have ever had my doubts.

CHAPTER 24

Mason

The past two weeks have been blissful.

No matter how busy he may be running his company and checking on the farm, I see Miles every day and spend every night in his arms.

Neither of us has brought up New York or how many weeks I have left.

It’s six and a half, but who’s counting.

We’re living in the here and now, and it’s pretty great.

I’ve never laughed this much.

I’ve never orgasmed this much.

I’ve never felt so cherished.

Today is the first time I’ve felt a twinge of insecurity since I’ve decided to give us a chance.

The anticipation of meeting his grandparents for the first time, at Sunday dinner no less, has me a little jittery. He asked me to come last Sunday, but I was in the zone and had to keepwriting. Book one in my new series is almost done, and I do believe I may actually have it to my editor well before my deadline.

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