Page 19 of Snowed In With the Grump
She curled against my chest, drawing soft patterns on my skin.
"So..." she murmured.
"So?"
"Does this mean I can stay?"
I tightened my arms around her. "Do you want to?"
"Well, it’s cheaper than the room rate they’re charging me at Snowberry Inn,” she said.
“Seriously? You’re staying at Snowberry Inn?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“That place is a dump and Rueben is a grumpy bastard.”
She chuckled. “Seems to go with the territory,” she said.
“Yeah, but seriously. Rueben really is a grump. Ever since his woman ran off with that hedge fund prick from Aspen, he’s been sourer than month-old buttermilk,” I said.
“And you’re not?” she asked.
“Not any longer,” I said.
“Really?”
“Who knows, but I’ll try,” I promised.
She propped herself up to look at me. "I work remotely anyway... so...”
Hope bloomed in my chest like a wildfire.
"Are you saying what I think you’re saying?" I was almost too afraid to ask.
"That depends." She kissed my jaw. "Is there room in this cabin for my stuff? And maybe a home office?"
"There’s room,” I said. “And if you need more I’m a fucking good builder too.”
I rolled us over so she was beneath me again.
“I don’t need much room,” she said.
“There will be enough for anything you want. Everything you want."
"Even if I want to paint the kitchen?" she asked.
"Don’t push it."
She laughed, the sound filling every empty space in my heart.
"Fine. But I’m definitely getting some throw pillows for this bed."
"Throw pillows?"
"Mm-hmm. And maybe some curtains. Oh! And..."
I kissed her mid-sentence.
