Page 137 of The Wildest One
He laughed again. “I don’t think that’s needed. Your father knows at this point that I’m very much in love with his daughter.” He grazed my lips with his.
“Just so you know, we wouldn’t only be in separate bedrooms, we’d be on different floors.”
“I figured, but that’s not the reason I declined his offer.”
The SUV was navigating the city traffic. I tried to pay attention to which direction we were going, but there was something so intriguing about this conversation; I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off Beck.
“What was the reason?”
He set his hand on top of my head. “Well, from what I understand, your parents live in Beacon Hill.”
“They do.”
“But that’s not your favorite part of the city.”
I stared into his eyes, trying to look past them, to see the words Beck wasn’t speaking. “My favorite part of the city … how do you even know where that is?”
“You told me. The night I met you, when we were in the car on the way to my hotel.”
The conversation was barely coming back to me, but within those tiny specks of memories, I recalled saying something about South Boston.
“How do you remember that?”
“I remember everything about you, Jolie. I’ve said that to you many times before. So, when I was looking for a place here, I only searched in South Boston.”
I shook my head, in awe of him, stilling to say, “You looked? Not your assistant?”
“I got no help with this one.” He smiled. “It was all me.”
“I’m suddenly very impressed.”
“Just wait … it gets better.”
The SUV pulled up in front of a high-rise, the driver opening our door. Beck got out first and helped me to the ground. A valet attendant grabbed our bags while Beck led me inside the building.
I looked around the lobby, one that resembled where Ginger and I lived in LA, but this was far nicer. “This isn’t a hotel.”
Beck escorted me to the elevator, the doors instantly opening, and he waved a fob in front of the reader before pressing the PH button. “No. It’s not a hotel.”
“Did you rent an apartment for the night?”
“More questions.”
“I can’t help it. I’m so fascinated with everything that’s happening—at the arena, on the plane, here, now.”
He chuckled, and once the elevator climbed to the top floor and the doors opened, he brought me out. It took a moment before I realized we weren’t in a hallway. We were already inside a condo that was fully decorated with art and furniture. An entire wall of windows in the living room showed the most incredible view of the city.
“Holy shit,” I whispered as I walked toward the glass wall.
Beck moved in behind me, his hands on my stomach, his face in my neck while I stared out at Boston. “Welcome home, Jolie.”
“What?” I felt myself jump. “Home?” I turned around to face him.
“You love this city. I know it was hard for you to leave it. Of course, you can always stay at your parents’, but I can’t—at least not in your bed, and I don’t like sleeping without you. So, I bought us this place, and when we come to visit, we’ll stay here. And if you come back without me, you have a choice of being here or in Beacon Hill.”
The only reason I knew my head was shaking was because I started to get dizzy. “Hold on a second. Did I hear you right? You said youboughtthis condo for us? This is …ours?”
“Our first of many homes.”
