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The sight takes my breath away.

She looks so at home, like she’s meant to be here.

Just imagine how much better she would look after a long day of business and coming home to her sitting there, barefoot and waiting for me.

“You okay?” she asks, pulling me out of the thought.

“I’m good.” I shake my head as I walk up the steps.

I head to the door and unlock it. Stepping inside, I shut off the alarm as Natalie comes in behind me.

“What are we doing here?”

Grabbing her, I pick her up and start walking down the hall to the kitchen as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“I thought we could use a break away from the clubhouse. Have a night to ourselves.”

“I’d like that,” she says softly as she squeezes the back of my neck.

“Any dinner requests? We’re going to have to order takeout. I don’t have anything here where I haven’t been coming home lately.”

“You know, if you want, you can start staying here again. I don’t expect for you to stay at the clubhouse with me every night,” she says, not meeting my eyes.

I set her ass on the counter and touch her face.

“I stay at the clubhouse with you because I want to, not because I feel like I need to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“I like it when you stay with me too.” Natalie blushes.

“That’s what I like to hear.” I lean down and kiss her hard. When I pull away, I tap her chin. “And just so you know when I move back into this place, you’re going to be with me.”

Natalie’s eyes widen as her mouth pops open in disbelief.

“Now are we going to order some food and watch a movie or what?”

I pull away and grab two glasses and fill them up with water. When I turn around, Natalie still hasn’t moved an inch.

I raise a brow and quirk my lips. “You good, or did I break you?”

She shakes her head, and her eyes clear as she hops off the counter. “I’m good. Now about that movie…what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking something horror. I could go for you crawling into my lap and burying your face into my chest right about now.”

Natalie scoffs. “Please, I can handle a little horror movie.”

Twenty minutes in, and she was in fact not handling it, and she was right where I wanted her as I laugh at her expense.

* * *

I jumped into getting things right for the girls right away. The problem is, they didn’t trust me. So while I attempted to meet with them several times, today is the first day they finally agreed to all meet up with me.

I hate to admit it, but I’m nervous. I mean, why will they care what I have to say? I have to make them care. Make them see that this is for them, not me.

I let myself into one of the conference rooms in the building behind the clubhouse. Placing my stuff down at the head of the table. Next, I start bringing in everything I’ve brought with me. I set out an assortment of beverages and snacks.

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