Page 86 of We Own Tonight
Me: Really? The name in my phone keeps upping yourgame.
Best Sex of My Life: Well, it’s all true sofar.
I laugh. It’s these things. These little things that make him so endearing tome.
Me: I’m not sure about this one. I’ve hadbetter.
Best Sex of My Life: The hell youhave.
Me: Wouldn’t you like toknow. . .
Best Sex of My Life: I’ll show you when you get back. Start stretching because it’ll be one hell of a workout. Which leads me back to the first question, where areyou?
I smile as I think about what his face must look like, the prowl in his eyes, and how his jaw is set. I know damn well he’ll make good on histhreat.
Me: I’m out. I’ll be back soon. I loveyou.
Best Sex of My Life: I love you. See you soon . . .naked.
Isnort.
I finish gathering ingredients and then stop at my house to unload them. I don’t want to tip him off about anything. Not that I initially intended it to be a surprise, but if I can pull it off, I’d like to try. Eli and I have pretty much planned to do nothing but be together this week, but I can becreative.
I make my way back to his house—mansion—excited about my plans. I called my girls, inviting them as well. They love Eli, especially after seeing him with me these last few weeks, so they should be a part of hiscelebration.
“Honey, I’m here,” I call out as I enter thehouse.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Elireplies.
I move toward the back of the house where I find him walking to thefridge.
“You were gone a while, is everything all right?” Eliasks.
“Yeah, I had some stuff I needed to do, and then I stopped at my place for someclothes.”
We’ve been staying here more than at my house, and I was running out of things to wear, even though we spend most of the time by the pool or inbed.
Eli moves back to the island and he winces. “Youokay?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles. “I did something to my foot getting out ofbed.”
“You really are getting old,” I say in a joking voice. “You’re falling apart,Gramps.”
He cocks his head to the side and chuckles. “Keep it up, baby. You’re not that far behindme.”
“I am not old! I can kick your ass any day of the week and twice onSundays.”
Eli grabs the sandwich and takes a huge bite. “Try me,” he says around a mouthful offood.
I think he forgets that I’m a cop. I’ve wrestled big guys in bar fights, taken down punks who try to run, and battled with prisoners who think they can take on the world. My training is vast, and I’ve worked hard to know mystrengths.
Plus, most men don’t want to hurt a girl. It’s in their DNA. I take full advantage of that. It is also in their genetic make up not to get their ass kicked by a woman. I need to rememberthat.
“So,” I say as I plop on the bar chair. “What do you want to dotoday?”
“I was thinking we go on a date . . . a real date. Where you get dressed up, and I wine you, dine you, and then sixty-nine—”
“Okay!” I cut him off. “Romantic.”
