Page 47 of Where We Bloom

Have a good meeting.

Chapter Eight

CONNOR

I’ve been waiting all week for this. I cleared my schedule, much to the dismay of the people I was supposed to meet with today, but I don’t give a bleedin’ fuck.

This is the day my angel can give me, so it’s hers.

Everyone else can kiss my arse.

“You’re sure you won’t let me drive you?” Miller asks as I set the cooler in the back of the Jeep Wrangler I bought for this occasion.

“No.” I shake my head at him. “You’re a bloody mother hen, mate.”

“I’m your fuckingbodyguard,” he replies, then clears his throat. “Sir.”

“I’m taking her for a drive, not into downtown London,” I remind him. “There’s a tracker on this Jeep thatyouadded yesterday. You’ll know where we are all day.”

He still doesn’t look happy.

“I’m getting her to myself, and I’ll not fuck that up. I don’t want anyone listening in today, even you.”

Miller steps back and nods before he walks toward the guesthouse.

Everything about today has me outside of my comfort zone. Everything except my angel.

I get her all to myself.

Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck it up in the first hour.

Blowing out a breath, I start the Jeep. We took off the doors, but I wanted to keep the soft roof on so Billie doesn’t get too sunburned.

I texted her this morning and told her to wear something comfortable.

I can’t wait to get to her.

It’s another beautiful, sunny morning as I drive into town. I understand why they call Montana Big Sky country because on a clear day like today, the sky is so blue, so damnbig, it takes the breath away.

And I’m going to enjoy it with my angel today.

I park in front of her house and have just gotten out to walk up to the door when it opens and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her hair is up in a high ponytail. She’s in the same loose dress she wore in Big Sky several weeks ago, with her strappy sandals and sunglasses. She has a small handbag slung across her body, and when she looks up at me, she smiles, making my heart stutter.

She’s also wearing the necklace I gave her, making me want to puff mychest out.

“Hi,” she says and glances at the Jeep. “Is that new?”

“Aye.” I swallow and walk toward her as she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head. “I thought it would be fun for today.”

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“No.” I can’t resist leaning in to press my lips to the top of her head, breathing in her lavender scent. “I haven’t.”

Her eyes drag down my torso, down my legs, and I smirk when they find mine again.

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