Page 142 of The Reno
So, it made my decision easy. For once, I knew my impulse was so right that it wasn’t an impulse.
“So, would we live here?” I mused, playful.
Liam’s eyes flickered, but he was still reserved like he was holdingback.
“Yes. I’ll sell the house. I don’t care about it anyway.”
“So, you’d make me breakfast every morning.” I pointed to the main house. “In that kitchen?”
“Kat—” Liam warned, the deep timbre of his voice making me shiver. “Don’t play with me.”
I turned to him, smiling up at his handsome face, which was flickering between disbelief and hope. I decided to put him out of his misery.
“I’m staying.”
His head shot up.
“What?”
“I want to stay. Here, with you.”
“You’re moving here? We’re doing this?” Liam’s eyes were wide, still disbelieving. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning closer.
“Well, you did make this house the most perfect house I’ve ever seen—”
“You did that—”
“And built me an art studio. Then you told me you love me. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get rid of me now.”
“I don’t want to,” he said, pushing me up onto my new desk, his mouth on mine, insistent and urgent. His hands were everywhere: on my neck, my cheeks, like he was trying to kiss every bit of me at the same time. Like he couldn’t decide where to start.
He pulled away. “You’re staying.” We were both out of breath.
“I’m staying.” He kissed me again, somehow even more urgent and fervent than before.
“How long have we got?” I gasped between kisses.
“Long enough.”
EPILOGUE
One Year Later
To-Do List
Pick up Abi from school (Liam)
Food shop (Kat)Already done it, Red
