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“It really is,” I agreed quietly, and when she noticed I was staring at her, she blushed.
I led her through the rest of the house, including the kitchen and the attached mudroom. Upstairs, I pointed out the office and the room I stayed in when Andrew and I were kids.
Shutting the door behind me, I led her down the hall, saving the best for last.
“Did you spend a lot of time here as a kid?”
“Yeah, we definitely did,” I said. “We came almost every summer for a few weeks, and we spent a lot of holidays here, too. I’ll show you all of mine and Andrew’s favorite places tomorrow.”
“Your secret spots?”
“Exactly.”
We stopped at the double doors leading into the main bedroom, and I pushed them open. It was directly above the living room, so there was a similar view through floor-to-ceiling windows behind the bed. The landscape was clouded by darkness, but a few snowflakes were illuminated by the light from inside.
“Oh my gosh,” Addison exclaimed. “And there’s another fireplace?!” She pointed to the stone fireplace that sat betweenthe room and the bathroom as she crossed to it. “I think we should just stay in this room for the next few days. We never need to leave.”
“Except for food, maybe?”
She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the four-poster bed, kicking her boots off and climbing back toward the pillows. “No, we won’t need food.”
“Is that so?” I asked, following her lead and toeing off my boots. I dropped onto the bed and prowled toward her on my hands and knees.
She giggled and pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen into my face as I positioned myself between her legs, pressing my growing erection against the apex of her thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but they quickly found mine once again.
“All we need is in this room,” she muttered, bracing her hands against my cheeks and rolling her hips so her pussy slipped against the protruding zipper of my jeans.
“I agree.” I dropped a kiss to her neck and enjoyed the vibration of her moan against my lips. “Everything I’ll ever need is in this room. In this bed. Right here, beneath me.”
THIRTY-FOUR
LET’S WATCH THE SUNSET
Addison
Beckett’s parents’house was spectacular. There were more rooms and hidden corners than I ever imagined. I’d seen houses like that in movies and on TV but never in person.
And the break from real life had been much needed. Leaving work was one thing, but leaving my grandmothers for a few days was harder. Even with Mary watching out for them, it still made me a little anxious.
But I’d promised Beckett—and myself—that I would try to let go. Which was going really well. I’d only checked in with Mary three times and called Grams once in the less than eighteen hours since we’d arrived.
I was determined not to worry about what was happening back home. It was just hard to completely let go and compartmentalize when they had been such a priority for so long, and I had been their primary caretaker. But I was going to live in the moment. And in the moment, I was here with Beckett.
“I’m sure this isn’t the New Year’s Eve you expected,” Beckett said as he led me out the back door and into the chilly afternoon air.
I eyed the backpack he’d thrown on before we headed outside and considered what might be in it. And why he wouldn’t tell me.
Pushing my curiosity to the side, I shook my head. “No, definitely not,” I said honestly. “This is better.”
He laughed and slung his arm over my shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Whatever you say, Bubbles.”
“I’m serious,” I argued. We took the few steps off the patio and onto the grass. The yard sloped slightly with dense trees on the perimeter, and apparently, there was a stream on the other side, which was where Beckett was taking me. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”
“Same here,” he agreed. “Uninterrupted time together. Although that invitation to Abditory was appealing.”
With a smile, I tilted my head. “We’ll be back one day. Hopefully soon. But I kind of feel like I’m getting to know you even better. You know, seeing where you spent so much time as a kid.”
“This is a good peek into my childhood,” he said, dropping his arm from around me to clasp my hand and guide me through the trees. Branches and leaves crunched under our shoes, and a cold breeze blew through the bare limbs.
