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She’s nothing like she was before, and that makes me think that she’ll want to be engaged this time.
“She’s come a long way, and while I’m not ever sure what the hell goes on in her brain, I’m pretty sure I’m reading the signs right.”
Liam slowly nods. “Then I’m happy for you. You are a lucky man, and she . . . well, I worry about her.”
“Dick.”
He gets into his car, and I flip him off as he drives away. It’s a short ride home, but I start to finalize a plan on how to make this night perfect and have the perfect end.
Ashton is home when I get there, which is weird since she doesn’t usually leave the lab until well after six and it’s only four. I rush inside, worried that she didn’t text me after her meeting with the couple and I have no idea how she did.
“Ash?”
“I’m in here!” she calls from the bedroom.
“Hey,” I say when I see her standing in front of the mirror in a tight black dress.
Jesus Christ, she’s magnificent. Her long red hair is flowing down her back and there’s a glow around her. I swear that I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. I walk into the room, and she smiles.
“I came home early.”
“I see that.”
“I wanted to try on my new date dress.”
I raise a brow. “Why is that?”
“Because it’s pretty.”
I shake my head as I come up behind her, looking at her reflection from over her shoulder. “No, the dress is nothing compared to the girl wearing it.”
She leans back, not caring that I’m still sweaty and probably stink from working out. “Do you like it?”
“I’d like it better on the floor.”
She turns in my arms, her hands coming up to my chest. “You need a shower.”
“Are you offering to help clean me?”
“As tempting as that offer is, my sexy beast of a boyfriend, I’ll skip this one and take a raincheck.”
Damn. The thought of her wet and washing my back has me rock hard. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of her. “Suit yourself.”
“I have big plans for us.”
So do I, my love. So do I.
“Yeah? What kind of plans?”
Ashton leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “Go get yourself clean and you’ll find out.”
I give her a salute with a wink. “Yes, ma’am.”
“At ease, sailor.”
I roll my eyes, grip her ass, and pull her against my chest. I run my nose down her neck, and she shivers. “God, I fucking want you.”
“Quinn . . .” Her voice is husky, and I know she wants me too.
