Page 214 of Torrid Passion
I get up and cover the distance between the table and the outside bar in a long stride.
“Where are you going?”
“Not far,” I tell her.
I’m back in a flash.
I drop a red bag on the table before lowering myself to her feet. I pull the blanket away.
“You don’t need this anymore. I’m here to keep you warm, dumpling.”
“Someone is overconfident.”
I place my hands on either side of her, gripping the arms of the chair. Pinning her in place.
Kyla’s eyes flutter like butterflies.
“What’s going on, Loki?”
I hear the nervousness in her voice.
“I know we already talked about this earlier, but it bears repeating. I got used to living with you on Balboa Island,” I say.
“Okay.”
“I had a lot of time to think while I was in New York.”
“Think about what?”
“Us.”
“You and me?” she asks, her finger waving between us.
“Of course, silly,” I smile.
Her smile is tentative.
“I think I found you the perfect piece of property in Manhattan Beach,” I say.
“Oh.” She’s disappointed.
“Yeah. It has a huge deck and you can even catch a glimpse of the ocean, but it’s far—and isolated—enough so you can focus on writing… outside on the deck.”
“I guess I’ll have to go see the property,” she purses her lips.
She still doesn’t get it.
I smile. “I reckon you already have. Many times.”
She does a double take.
Then she shakes her head as if she’s having a conversation with herself.
“Loki?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Are you saying what I think you are?”
