Page 73 of Three Rules I'd Never Break

“Doorbell cam. He thought it sounded important.” Eli brushed his lips on mine. “He was right.”

“You heard everything I said?”

He nodded. “Including what you said to Boingo.”

“Why does your trailer have a doorbell cam? You don’t even lock it.”

“Because of the goats. Joji installed several on the property to catch the funny things they do.” After kissing his way across my collarbone, he pulled back. “I should probably head over to the store. It’s late, and you have to work tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not working.” He stretched. “I’d already booked leave so I could help you move in. I was going to surprise you. I’m off all week.”

“I don’t mind sleeping on the couch tonight, but we’re going to have to figure something out because having you stay at the shop won’t work when you are working nights. Women would die if they saw you in a towel headed to the shower. Shoot. I might die.”

Eli laughed, full and loud. “I truly hope not.”

Sherlock’s head popped up, and he barked.

“Sorry, baby. We didn’t mean to wake you.” I patted Sherlock’s head.

Eli yawned. “You go crawl in the bed. I’ll sleep out here.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m glad we talked.”

“Me too. And thank you for not telling your parents about how stupid I was acting.”

“People who are in love argue. My parents don’t need to know about every spat.”

I straddled his lap and kissed him. “I love you, Eli Gallagher.”

Gripping my hips, he made silent promises as his lips moved against mine.

From now on, I’d stick with one rule—trust my gut.

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At four in the morning,I trudged out to the living room because Sherlock needed a potty break. After a whispered warning to be quiet, I let him out the front door and stepped out onto the porch.

What I really wanted to do was take advantage of the fact that Eli was sleeping without a shirt and enjoy a few moments of gawking, but instead, I was watching a dog pee. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.

“Go back to bed.” I kept my voice low and pointed down the hall when Sherlock tromped back inside.

He looked down the hall, then at Eli.

I put a finger to my lips and whispered, “Don’t bother him. He’s sleeping.”

“Not anymore, he’s not.” Eli opened one eye.

I walked over to the couch and leaned over him. “I’m sorry.”

He traced the pattern on my flannel nightgown and grinned.

“What?”

“I’ll tell you another time. Not right now.” He blew me a kiss. “Go back to bed before Sherlock thinks it’s morning.”

“Okay, but I was thinking that when you work nights, you should just sleep here during the day while I work. At least until I find another apartment.”

Grinning, he tugged at the hem of my nightshirt. “Are you asking to share my bed?”

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