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“I’m just glad you came back.”
I lifted my leg around his waist and moved so that I was straddling him. “Happy New Year’s Eve.”
His hands settled on my hips. “It’s going to be a good year.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled down at him.
“Yeah.”
I laughed as he flipped us, my back hitting the soft carpet. I just knew that we were going to start the new year with a big bang. Or a whole bunch of bangs. God, I couldn’t wait for him to be inside of me again.
Runaway - Chapter 36
Wednesday
Miller popped open the bottle of what he claimed was super cheap champagne. But I didn’t care. I just cared that we were drinking it together.
He handed me a mug full of it. Somehow this was even better than a champagne flute. I laughed as he lifted up his mug for a toast.
“To us,” he said. “And to the best year ever.”
I smiled. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” I tapped my mug against his and took a sip. The chill of the champagne made me shiver.
Miller cleared his throat. “I need to show you something. But I need you to promise not to be upset.”
I lowered my mug. “Is it something bad?”
“No. I…well…it’s good. I think. Just come with me.”
That somehow sounded very not good. But I took his hand when he offered me his. He pulled me to my feet and down the hall. He opened one of the spare bedroom doors that I hadn’t cleaned the other day. I expected it to be empty. But it was full of boxes.
“What is all this stuff?” I asked and looked up at him.
Miller dropped my hand and scratched the back of his neck. “Just some of your old things.”
“My things?”What?When he didn’t offer any more information I stepped into the room and opened one of the unmarked boxes.
There were some of the clothes I’d gotten from my dad for Christmas last year. I hadn’t wanted them then. But this year I was actually happy to see them. The warm sweaters and leggings and fuzzy socks were calling to me now. I was still wearing my summery dress and really didn’t have anything weather-appropriate here. Well, until now.
But…why were they here? I looked over my shoulder at Miller. Had he gone back to the beach house? I was happy this stuff was here since we weren’t going to dip into my dad’s money. But…really…why was this stuff here?
Miller looked very guilty.
I swallowed hard. And I was afraid it was so much worse than him going back to the beach house. “You’ve talked to my dad?”
“What? No.” He finally stepped into the room. “Of course not.”
“Then why do you have all this stuff?” I looked around at the other boxes. I opened one and it had some of Miller's nice suits in it. There was even a winter coat. I lifted it up. He was wearing a threadbare jacket to work every day. “What the hell?”
“I went back.”
My heart was racing fast. “Okay.” I didn’t know what else to say. So…my dad had called him or something? What the heck was going on?
He stepped farther into the room and took the coat out of my hand. He tossed it back in the box and sighed. “I can’t afford to buy you new clothes right now. I’m working my way up…but I…” his voice trailed off. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
“That does not answer my question. Did you go back to talk to my dad?”
“No.” He took a deep breath, his exhale even slower. “When you gave me those keys and a new identity and told me to leave.” He shook his head. “I drove for about fifteen minutes before I realized I was being stupid and turned the car around.”
