Page 199 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
Lying on her side, with him wrapped tightly around her, Annabeth sighed. “So, they should be here soon?”
Rowan’s phone buzzed—a motion alert triggered from the highway turnoff leading to Haven House. There were still a few local and federal agents stationed along the gravel drive and at the gate, but not many. Most of the official security presence had pulled out once Anderson gave the all-clear.
“Liam wanted to surprise Jamison, and I think this is them.” Rowan angled the phone so she could see the live feed. “Yep. Look.”
Will was behind the wheel of the car Liam had stolen from the hospital. The cops had found it, and the Cohens had promised to return it to the distraught woman, even though Ben had thrown enough money at her she could have bought two cars by now.
Talking on his phone, a tired Liam sat in the passenger seat, and Holden appeared to be half asleep in the back. The three of them had taken turns driving, with both Will and Liam in a rush to return.
They would need to finalize which Fairweather guards would be assigned to which areas in the morning. With Anderson giving the signal that there was no longer a great enough threat to merit a federal detail, the local PD agreed. But needing extra support, for the time being, Rowan had borrowed a few temporary security personnel from his brother.McIntyre Industries had plenty to spare, and Killian offered his best. Men who had been with their family for over two decades.
Rowan sent the McIntyre men to watch over Emily, Claudia, and Damon until suitable Fairweather security people could be found to fill the permanent position.
And it would be permanent.
Carter was with Evie and Samuel until Holden returned. Even though he was new, Carter was getting along with the family—including Samuel—but the girls missed “Holden the Hero.”
Izzy had stuck close to Jamison. She and Abe moved into one of the downstairs bedrooms to stay nearby. Judging by how things were progressing in that relationship, it would seem that Haven House might be Izzy’s permanent spot.
During one of his late-night chats with Simone, she confessed how much she liked Izzy. And yes, Rowan was proud to say he had moved up in the world and was now having nightly chats with Simone. They would sit in the kitchen alone while she sipped tea before bed. She claimed the chamomile and conversation soothed her nerves, and he’d been more than happy to have the chance to get to know her better. They talked about his life and growing up at Adare Hall. She wanted to know every detail regarding his parents and siblings.
“From what I’ve surmised, your brother is the muscle, you are the brains, and your sister is the fire that keeps both you boys in line,” she had said just last night. “Am I correct?”
He’d never considered it, but the description was accurate. Sipping at his lemon and ginger tea, the flavor he’d learned he enjoyed the most, Rowan had nodded. “Killian is both brains and brawn, technically. But yeah. I’m smarter. And if you love me like I know you do, you’ll tell him as much when he comes to visit next week.”
Rowan yawned and closed out the security app once Liam and the rest of them were inside Haven House. “Let’s get some sleep. The sun will be up soon.”
Annabeth wiggled her naked butt against him. “Or we could do something else.”
“Sweetheart, you have to let me rest.” He pulled her around to face him, willing his gaze not to drop to her breasts. Their power held no limits, and he did actually need sleep. “Just for an hour. Tops.”
Running her hands along his chest, she kissed him, her tongue teasing his lips. “Fine, but I want three more orgasms before sunrise.”
“You’ve had seven since we came upstairs.”
“Eight, actually.” She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. “You were too busy having your own in the shower to notice.”
He couldn’t stop his grin. “I think we have a problem. This can’t be normal.”
“Who the hell wants normal?”
Not him. Not ever. Not with her.
He pulled her across his chest, content to feel her heartbeat against his ribs. “I was looking at some dog rescue sites today.”
From the cat bed in the corner, curled around his own female companion for the night, Colonel Brandon let off an offended growl.
“You have no say in this,” Rowan told the cat. “And frankly, I think you need a new room to sleep in. It creeps me out that you watch me fuck your mom.”
Annabeth giggled into his neck, laying kisses there as he continued to have a glaring contest with The Colonel. “And did you see any dogs that interested you?” she asked.
“As a matter of fact, I did. A golden retriever mix was surrendered yesterday when its elderly owner died. She’s about two years old and trained.”
“Let me see her.”
His glare at Colonel Brandon morphed into an evil smirk, and Rowan grabbed the phone again to show Annabeth the website. The kennel staff had placed pink bows on the dog’s ears, and he knew that alone would convince her.
Annabeth squealed. “Look at her! She is so ours. Can we go tomorrow? Wait—what if someone beats us there?” She hugged the phone to her chest. “Should we call and leave a message so when they open, they’ll know we’re her parents?”
