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Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine at the same time that his hips pull back. He’s gentle, slow, and caring as he takes me.
Returning his kiss, I touch my tongue to his.
“I love you,” he whispers into my mouth.
My breath catches as he pushes in a little sharper.
“I love you too,” I groan, forcing my eyes open.
My body is at war, on the edge of coming, and the pain pills are pulling me under.
The slow rhythm of his body rocking mine aids the medication.
Slipping into darkness, I hear his words whispered into my ear.
“Now this gives me déjà vu.” I can hear his smirk.
With my left hand, I flex my fingers on his waist. Leo chuckles above me.
My body’s grip on him tightens. Pleasure fills me. My legs shake where they lie on the bed.
Leo chuckles again. “Sleep. Rest,” he encourages. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
For once, I do as I’m told, letting the feel of soft kisses peppering my collarbone and the gentle rocking of my body soothe me to sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Leonard
My phone chimes for the second time, pulling my eyes from the road down to the cup holder where it sits.
Without even looking, I already know who it is.
Helen Cromwell.
I asked her to keep a close eye on Riley while I ran an errand before Shelby woke up. I’ve had six photos and three videos of Riley and Samantha eating far too much cake already.
Banging in the trunk brings my eyes back to the road. Flipping the turn signal to the right, I turn into the private road leading to the Cromwells’ lakeside cabin.
I eye the wooden house. I’d kill to have a house on this lake. It’s a shame the Cromwells own it all, but at least Riley will get to enjoy it at summer camp next year.
Throwing the car into Park, I grab my phone. The image that greets me pulls a booming laugh from my chest. Riley is wide-eyed, mouth and cheeks covered in chocolate, my little troublemaker.
I quickly make it my screen saver.
Back to business. Climbing out, I head to the trunk. Releasing the latch, I raise a brow at the man inside.
“Was all that noise necessary?”
Cooper’s sweaty face looks up at me, the gag preventing a reply.
Movement from the corner of my eye turns my head. I close the trunk quickly without looking back.
“Doc.” Michael nods, stepping off the porch.
Closing the distance, I shake his offered hand.
“How’s Shelby?”
