Page 83 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

The next morning, I woke up in bed with Lachlan’s body wrapped around me. I tried to remember when I went to bed, but for the life of me, I couldn’t.

“Good morning,” he muttered sleepy.

“Morning,” I answered and kissed him on the cheek. “What time did you get home?”

“Late,” he mumbled. “I found you fast asleep on the windowsill so I brought you to bed.”

“I tried to stay up waiting for you,” I told him softly.

His answer was pulling me closer to him and I loved his heat.

“Go back to sleep,” he said sleepily against my head. He must have been tired and I wondered what kept him up so late.

I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep but I remained still hoping he’d be able to get some more rest. He seemed to need it.

When I heard a soft snore, I knew I succeeded. I smiled at that sound. My handsome and hot husband was snoring. I got up, careful not to wake him, and got dressed for my morning run.

An hour later, I was back, just as Lachlan was getting ready to leave getting into his Land Rover.

“Hey, love,” he came up to me and pulled me into embrace. “I thought I’d have to leave without my kiss this morning.”

“Hey. Where are you going?” I asked him as I planted a kiss on his cheek.

“No, wife,” he complained. “That is not a kiss.”

He took my face between his hands and laid his lips on mine kissing me hard. When he was done, I was out of breath and disoriented.

“Damn it,” he cursed. “Now I want to go back upstairs and drag you into bed.”

I blinked my eyes, trying to process the words.

Ah, right. He was going somewhere.

“Where are you going?” My voice sounded breathless.

“I have to go check on the production.”

I frowned. “Isn’t it Saturday?”

“Yes, it is. It shouldn’t take long.” He kissed me one more time, his arms around my waist.

“Give me ten minutes and I could come along,” I suggested. “Maybe I can help?”

“No, you rest,” he told me. “It is the weekend. I won’t be long, promise.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” I wasn’t sure if I was happy not to spend the day with him. “I might work on the outline for the potential new book then.”

“Excellent,” he commented. “Do you like the desk at that spot or want to have it moved?”

“Oh, I love that spot, thank you so much. I feel bad though that you moved your desk.”

“No,” he objected. “You belong in that spot. See if you like the library layout too.”

I chuckled. “You know, you are spoiling me. It will be hard to beat that bedroom spot and library.”

“Don’t you worry about that, woman,” he responded.

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