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A whisper grew between us. Her lips moving as she got closer and closer. Pulsing around me, her breath labored as the whisper grew stronger.

“I love you, Beckett.”

I smiled against her mouth and ground harder against her as her back arched and her thighs quivered. As she went over for me, my name was on her lips like a promise.

A promise I’d earn every damn day.

Chapter29

Helena

Go Left

I was pretty sure I floated up the stairs to my room in The Lodge.

Well, I hoped that I didn’t really float because I was sans underwear after our little garden moment. And Beckett didn’t stop trying to sneak his hand under my skirt the entire way up the stairs.

After a much needed a shower for both of us, we fell into bed.

A long, emotional day had made a left turn I hadn’t expected.

I laid in the dark with Beckett behind me, his muscular arm firmly wrapped around me with his warm breath on my neck.

He loved me.

I could scarcely believe it.

I wrapped my fingers around his forearm, holding onto him just as tightly as he was holding me.

“Sleep, Helena,” he murmured against my neck. “I have a feeling I’ll be reminding you to turn off that active brain of yours for the rest of our lives.”

My heart turned over in my chest at those words. Not just love, but forever.

Was it too much to hope for?

“I know one way to do that.” He coasted his lips up my neck to my ear as his other hand slid over my hip and between my legs.

I turned my face to meet his mouth and let him love me once more.

I let him silence thewhat ifsfor a little while until we were both too exhausted to do anything other than drift off. The comfort of his warm body and the syrupy pleasure finally pulled me under.

Dawn came too soon, but a welcome coffee tray made that a little easier to bear.

I wasn’t sure if Beckett ordered it up or if Laverne had with the sneaky smile I’d caught on her face on our way up the stairs last night.

I sat at the breakfast table by the window as Beckett took a shower.

My much-ignored phone stared at me as I slathered my English muffin with jelly. Hiding at the orchard would only last so long. I had responsibilities in the city that I needed to see to, whether I wanted to or not.

I saw another message from my mother and skimmed the transcript version from my iPhone. More threats for me to come back and fall back into line. To deal with my parents’ annual Memorial Day party because no one could do it quite like I did.

More like my mother didn’t want to organize the catering and invitations.

I tapped my phone with a tattered nail.

“Got some coffee for me?”

I glanced up at Beckett as he came in, shirtless with his jeans unsnapped. My heart skipped a beat and the rest of me just hummed. He leaned down and kissed me, tasting of mint. “I suppose I’ll allow you to have some of the carafe.”

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