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Her heart leapt again, but Gray smiled at her and shook his head. “Not asking yet. I’ve got things to prep first.”
Her heart soared. “The answer will be yes. And you don’t need to prepare anything. I’m already yours.”
His eyes darkened, and her body shivered in response to the lust she saw there.
Boomer hopped to his feet and licked Amber again before leaping off and curling up on his bed.
Gray grinned at him. “Thanks, Boomer. You’re a hell of a wingman.”
Then Gray rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows. “How’s your head?”
She laughed. “All good.”
“You sure?”
“Perfectly. Make love to me, Gray.”
“I can do that.”
And then he proved it.
Chapter 21
Up For Grabs
Amber sat on the bed in the owner’s suite with her laptop and notebook. Boomer curled up at the bottom of the bed in the late morning sunbeams that brightened the room.
Spending time on her own stressed her out, but it wouldn’t improve if she didn’t keep practicing. Boomer lifted his head to gaze at her, and she grinned. “Okay, I’m not alone. I know you can sense my nerves, but I’m okay. I promise. Gray’s outside in his gardens, the doors are locked, and the alarms are set. You’re here with me. I have to remind myself that there’s no danger anymore.”
Now she could turn her focus to making her dream Inn a reality. The thought of a fully functional inn delighted her. She shimmied on the bed. “It’s happening, Boomer. We’re going to run our own place.”
Which filled her heart.
She’d always loved making people feel at home, enjoyed special touches to help them relax. She’d also enjoyed working at hotels, but knew running her own place would be better. From her experiences, she knew all the inns—hah—and outs. The parts she hated, like laundry and cleaning, she’d hire out. Her focus would be on the guests and the inn itself.
Because instead of a hotel, it would be an inn. An inn where she’d know her guests better because there weren’t dozens of rooms. Each person’s experience could be individualized, and excitement rippled through her at the thought.
She’d enjoyed the hotels, and she’d learned a lot, but she was going to love this inn. It would be more like a home with visitors.
There was still a ton of work to do before she’d get there, but it would get done.
Not only was she a hard worker, Amber was surrounded by people who loved her and would help as much as they could.
She didn’t have to do it alone.
Her heart warmed at the thought of running the inn with Gray for years to come.
“But we need to make decisions, Boomer. Do you want to help me finalize names for the inn and themes for the rooms?”
Boomer yawned and set his head on his massive paws before letting his eyes droop closed.
“Looks like I’m on my own.”
She flipped to the notebook page of themes for the room. She loved the idea of using the theme as the name of the room instead of a number and had decided on a few. There were eight rooms on the second floor. She didn’t want to have more than that yet. In the future, they could expand to the third floor if they wanted.
Or she and Gray could take over that space for their own. A family space. They hadn’t talked much about the future yet. For now, they were reveling in being in love. And that was more than enough.
But she couldn’t stop imagining adding to their family. The farm would be the perfect place to raise kids. She figured Boomer would find babies and kids fascinating.
