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Chapter Sixty-Nine

Two Weeks Later – Las Vegas

Kinsley

As I walk down the foyer of Leo’s Vegas home, I touch random knickknacks he’s collected along the way. The whole thing is surreal. I pick up an abstract modern ceramic statue. It’s cool under my fingertips even though the outside temperature is in the 90s and the door is still open.

The lighting shifts as Leo snaps the door shut. I grew up with money and traveled with my father, but my experience was not Leo extravagant. Even after a month, I’m unable to wrap my head around it.

“Well, what do you think?” His voice is low with a tinge of unease. Like I’m not going to like an 8,000-square foot mansion with nearly floor-to-ceiling glass windows that make the place glow when we came up the drive.

I glance around the room. It smells like leather. New leather. I inhale as the pleasure centers of my brain click into overdrive. Who doesn’t love new and expensive things? Everything in the living room and dining room is high-end and in pristine condition.

It’s bright in here. How did the lights come on? Does he have them set on a timer, or does he have a housekeeper? My eyes narrow. What does this housekeeper look like, and why haven’t I thought about this before? I spin on my heel and cock my head to the side. “How are the lights on?”

The corner of his mouth inches upward into a smirk. “Timers.” He inches into my space and trails his fingertips along the side of my face. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely.”

“You have no reason to be. You know I love you. And yes, I do have a service that cleans, cooks, and takes care of general maintenance, but I’ve never entertained an inappropriate dalliance with any of them.”

I chuckle at his use of the word dalliance. “That’s a relief.”

After I rest my hands on his chest, I let the cadence of his heartbeat steady my nerves. “Vegas is a lot for a Midwestern girl. I’ve only been here once when I was 21 with a couple of girlfriends. We spent most of the time drinking free alcohol and playing penny slots. Your idea of Vegas is VIP lounges and $100 slots.”

“$1,000 slots.”

I shudder. “That’s crazy.”

“Stop worrying.” He cups my face and pulls me closer. “This is the life I left to find people with substance. I spent years avoiding superficial people until I felt like I was missing something. I tried to find the missing piece with Rebecca.” He shrugs. “I was willing to overlook the red flags in a desperate search for connection. But it wasn’t long until my gut knew it wasn’t right. And later, my fears were realized. I felt like a fool for letting her stick around.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I can’t say that I’m disappointed you met her.”

“Are you?” He pulls me closer until we’re connected from thigh to chest. His hard angles are the perfect combination to my soft curves. We’re like puzzle pieces that fit together, making something bigger. Something that completes us.

“I’m glad she screwed you over and was the last straw to motivate you to pack up and move halfway across the country.” His lips brush mine, and I sigh with contentment.

His fingers rub along my back, making me want to purr and grind on him. “To meet you.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip and waggle my eyebrows. “Because otherwise, I would have met your brother.”

He growls and grabs my hand. “Let’s finish the tour before I drag you over my knee and paddle your behind.”

Laughter bubbles past my lips and fills the space around us. It feels good to enjoy the small things again.

The first few weeks after the kidnapping, I struggled with sleep and nightmares, but Leo was always there. To hold me and comfort me. Even if I’d met Jagger first, it would have led to Leo. I don’t know how, but it would have. We’re two forces that were destined to collide and fall in love.

When I step through the threshold for the living room, my mouth drops. Not only is the television the size of a movie theater screen and the sofa a pit style made for snuggling and so much more, but there’s a tantra chair, and probably 20 boxes fromThe Ultimate Boyfriend Companystacked along one wall.

And it doesn’t stop there. Every hard surface, excluding the floor, is covered in vases of roses in every color under the sun.

“Wow.”

“It’s handy to have a best friend who owns a sex toy business.”

“Yes.” I nod as heat rushes through my body.

“And Ann knows someone who knows someone in Vegas.” He walks over to the sofa and raises the tag that’s still attached. “I went ahead and had all the furniture replaced to eliminate any bad vibes the place might have been holding onto.”

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