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And then his lips find mine again in a very unprofessional kiss.
Epilogue
Isabelle
Five Months Later
The best thingabout Sunday mornings in November?
Staying in bed with my best friend turned boyfriend, Jayden.
Especially after an extra hot and sweaty lovemaking session with him. I’m not sure how much of that can be attributed to the resort, but those sessions with Gabrielle certainly didn’t hurt—even if the person conducting them ended up being somewhat of a fraud. The FBI learned that she had a psychology degree, but most of her “educational background” in the area of having a fulfilling marriage and sex life came from magazines—likeCosmo—and online articles.
Fun articles like “Ten Sexual Positions Guaranteed to Leave Him Begging for More,” “How to Know If Your Spouse Is Cheating,” and “Twenty Ways to Spice Up Your Marriage and Your Bedroom.”
Apparently, her computer history provided hours of entertainment for the FBI agents investigating her.
But at the end of the day, her stupidity was my gain when it came to Jayden. So other than when she held my grandmother hostage, I really can’t complain.
Jayden gives me another long and languid kiss that leaves every cell in my body drunk on satisfaction and need. I moan softly, signaling I’m ready to make love to him again.
But instead of getting my hint, he rolls away from me, tugging at the bedding.
“Hey, where’re you going?” I grab at the covers to keep from getting cold now that my personal furnace is vacating the bed. Outside my window, San Francisco is bathed in a dim morning light—made dimmer due to the rain and the clouds blanketing the sun.
“To feed Mojo and take him for a short walk.”
Even though Jayden and I still live in two separate houses, we alternate each week whose home we stay in. But even when he spends the night at my house, Mojo comes with him.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I make a move to get out of bed but don’t get very far. Jayden leans over, still in his naked glory, and tenderly kisses me. “Stay where you are. Once I’ve finished dealing with Mojo, I have every intention of coming back to bed.”
“I can make breakfast while you’re gone.”
He removes his jeans from the floor. “Nope. I’ve already got that covered.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
While he’s gone, I check my messages on my phone and read a chapter from the thriller I’ve been reading. Not that I’ve had much time to read since Jayden and I became a couple.
I don’t mean we’ve been too busy having sex for me to find the time. I mean, wehavebeen busy in that department, but now that we’re a couple, we’re doing more things together than we were as best friends. And not just the typical couple-related activities like watching movies and going out for dinner.
We’ve been practicing together at the shooting range, training at Paradise. Hiking. Biking. Running.
Practicing martial arts.
All the fun stuff.
But we’ve also been cooking together and snuggling on the couch, watching TV, and working on jigsaw puzzles. Only now, to make things more challenging, we do them without the pictures.
By the time I’ve finished the chapter, the front door clicks open, and I can hear the sounds of my two favorite guys returning home.
This is followed soon after by noises coming from the kitchen. They then stroll into the bedroom. Jayden is carrying a tray with coffee cups, steam rising from them. Mojo has a white paper bag dangling from his mouth, which I recognize. It comes from the bakery in my neighborhood.
“You bought breakfast from Home Sweets Bakery?”
