Page 169 of Tangled Kisses
“Hell yeah, I do.” A feral growl rumbles in my chest as I tug at the waistband of her moose pajamas. “These things are ridiculous.”
“True, but they’re comfy.”
“They’ll be even comfier on the floor.”
Her eyes spark as she raises her hips to shimmy out of them. “Tell me more.”
I moan against her mouth, and it’s not long before we’re a tangle of kisses and heat, a blur of love and laughter.
Later, when I pause just to look at her—hair wild, ring glittering on her hand, her smile so damn luminous I’ll never recover—I whisper, “What are you thinking about?”
She brushes a tear away, her voice soft but sure. “Forever. For the first time in my life, I’m excited.”
And my heart nearly bursts, because she’s mine. For good.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Reese
Chowder may never forgive us for the cabin stunt.
The second Griffin releases him from the carrier inside the ranch house, my spoiled orange tyrant bolts for his cat condo, curls up like a king on his throne, and fixes us with a glare that could curdle milk.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter under my breath as I trail behind Griffin. “We betrayed you. You’ll survive.”
It’s the strangest thing. Yesterday, the ranch was a virtual ghost town, but today is a different story.
Everyoneis here, and it seems they’re all waiting for one thing—me.
I’m pretty sure the ranch residents know what happened to me in New York, but I opt to wear my sunglasses and scarf another day. For now, it’s a bandage against the ugliness I endured.
But the bruises will fade. Until they do, I plan on holing up at Rockin’ Rodeo Ranch, where I finally feel safe.
Doesn’t hurt knowing Griffin’s here to protect me.
Capri spots us in the foyer, her sharp eyes widening as she strides toward me. “You’re back.”
But she doesn’t wait for my reply before pulling me into her arms.
Wait a damn minute.
Capri is hugging me? What alternate universe have I fallen into?
I stiffen for a moment, startled, before melting into her embrace.
Her voice is low in my ear. “Are you good?”
“I’m great.”
She pulls back, confusion marring her features, but it morphs into a wide smile when I hold up my left hand.
Her eyes dart between me, Griffin, and the ring. She claps her hands once, triumphant. “Didn’t waste any time, did you, Griffin? Well, I’m not surprised. Not one bit. I knew it from that first day.”
Griffin’s mouth curves as he slides his arm around my waist. “You’ve always been a good judge of character. Maybe you should start a matchmaking business.”
Dorian enters the room, his giant frame leaning against the doorway. “Nowthatis a damn fine idea, Capri. Any ideas for your first victim—I mean, client?”
Capri cuts Dorian a side-eye before returning her focus to my ring. “Why? Do you have someone in mind?”
