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A warm smile spread across his face. "It would be my absolute pleasure," he said, as they both got under the covers, and he held her close.
"Thank you," she said as he turned off his light.
"You never have to thank me. All I did was show you what I see.And what I see is perfection."
He kissed the top of her head as she settled in and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 33
LUCAS
When Lucas woke up the next morning, he was on his side spooning Sadie and George the orange tabby was snuggling in behind his legs. He really didn't have a clue how this cat managed to come and go as he pleased but he didn't mind. In fact, waking up with his girl in his arms and her cat snuggled in with them was pretty damn perfect.
George sensed movement and pounced. His kitty claws dug into Lucas’s back as he climbed his way to perch on his shoulder where he promptly started purring in his ear. Sadie started to stir in his arms, and he really didn't want to wake her up after the night she'd had. He managed to wrangle the unruly cat as he turned to his stomach to grab his phone. George settled on his wide chest and head butted him. After putting his phone down he pet the cat.
Part of him wanted to go back to sleep. He didn't have to go to a job this morning, so he was just going to catch up getting some quotes to people and part of the business end of things. That was his least favorite part of being in business for himself. He loved the actual work and that each day was just a little different. It made it stay fresh, but invoicing and getting quotesout was boring. He'd been telling himself he was going to hire someone for a while, but he just hadn't gotten around to it.
"Let's go buddy," he said as he gently got out of bed and set the cat on the floor. Sadie shifted in the best next to him but settled back into sleep.
He stood from bed with a stretch and made it downstairs and put on the coffee. Once he had himself a cup he sat at the table with his laptop and got to work. He found the least favorite part of his job was almost impossible this morning with how distracted he was.
No matter how much he tried to focus on the spreadsheet sheet in front of him, his mind kept going to that awful show he'd watched with Sadie last night. He had never wanted to nut punch someone more in his life than he did that guy. The way he talked about her was not the way any man should talk about a woman. Period. Attracted to her or not, everyone deserves respect. It was basic human decency.
But then there was also the fact of how fucking wrong he was. Sadie was by far one of the most beautiful women he'd ever known, inside and out. He just hoped she believed that, but after last night he was hoping he might have her convinced.
The corner on his lips turned up as his dick twitched in his pajama pants at the thought of what they'd done last night. He knew he was falling in love with her, but after last night he knew there was no falling, he loved her. But even knowing that he wasn't sure what his next step was. She was really going through it, and he didn't want to put even more pressure on her. He could be patient.
Upstairs his bedroom door opened, and he heard her bare feet pad down the hall. When he looked, she was round the corner of the staircase, her brown hair piled high on her head and sleep still in her eyes as she yawned.
"Good morning," he said, trying to tamp down the smile that itched to spread wide across his face. He could too easily get used to waking up with her in his bed and her sleepy face across the breakfast table. "There's coffee if you want it."
"Thank you," she said as she went over and poured herself some coffee. George came over and wound between her legs as she bent to scratch his ears. "How do you keep getting out of the house?"
"I don't know how he's getting out, but I'm pretty sure he gets in here from the doggy door I have in the garage."
"It's so weird. What are you up to today?" she asked as she joined him at the kitchen table.
"I'm pretty much here for the day, I think. I have some invoicing and quotes to catch up on. What about you?"
"I think I'm going to start packing. I leave for Nashville in two days."
The deep furrow between her brows was not lost on him. "How long are you going to be there?"
"Four days."
He really didn't like the thought of her being gone that long, especially when she was going to be seeing that guy. Not because he didn't trust her, but because this had the potential to be a really emotional thing and he wanted to be there if she needed him.
"Do you want me to go with you? I could move some stuff around?"
She smiled at him before taking a sip of coffee. "I appreciate that," she said as she took his hand on the table. "But I think this is something I need to do by myself."
He nodded, evaluating her. "Are you sure?" The sight of her standing weeping in his garage to the way he held her last night when she cried, he had a visceral urge to be there and support her as she dealt with all the drama this trip was bound to bring.
She gave a deep sign as she wiped some sleep from her eyes. "No, I'm not sure," she said with a rough chuckle. "But I do think I need to do this on my own. I need to close this chapter."
His eyes didn't leave her. He didn’t like this.
"But then I will come back to this amazing new chapter I'm starting here in Mystic Falls."
