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“Brooklyn …”

“And how badly I want you to pick me up in your arms the second we reach your room and fuck me against the door of your suite.”

A small chuckle came from his lips as he moved our faces even closer together. “You know what?”

“What?”

“I’ve met my fucking match.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Macon

“Home,” Brooklyn whispered, glancing through the windshield as I pulled up to the Beverly Hills Spade Hotel. “And, God, is she beautiful.”

“After spending time in the one on Kauai, I didn’t think you’d love the Beverly Hills one as much.”

I felt her eyes on me as she replied, “It’s a different kind of love. A love that comes with new beginnings.”

My hand traced up the side of her thigh as I navigated around the cars waiting to be parked. “You mean, a kind of love that’s temporary.” This was the first time I’d said that to her, but I wanted to lay the foundation since the six months would be up before we knew it. “That is, until I convince you to move in with me.”

What I had convinced her of so far was to stay on Kauai an extra week, allowing me to finish up with the opening of the hotel. I didn’t want her to move by herself and do it all alone. But the additional seven days gave her more time with her sisters and to sell her car—something she’d decided since it wasn’t cost-effective to ship hers from the island.

Yesterday was officially moving day.

Once we flew in, I checked her into the hotel, and the boxes she’d mailed from Hawaii were already in her room. I helped unpack her things, and we spent the first night at the hotel.

This morning, after a late breakfast, I showed her more of the city, and she bought a car.

I pushed for an X5—she’d looked gorgeous behind the wheel during the test drive.

When she saw the price, she wouldn’t fucking hear of it.

She’d gone with a Jeep Wrangler with around thirty thousand miles. A vehicle more used than I’d wanted her to get, but one of my more dominant requests had been that she buy an SUV for safety. The Jeep was her compromise, and it was a car payment she could more than afford with her new salary.

“If I moved in, you’d get sick of me.” Her voice was soft, her eyes still fixed on me. “That’s why I should get my own place when the relocation package expires.”

As I came to a stop, two valet attendants headed toward the car to open our doors.

“If you moved into my place, I don’t think that would even give us enough time together.” I shifted into park, my hand then returning to her leg. “I want you around me all the time, Brooklyn.”

She sank back into the seat despite her door now being ajar. “Even when you wake up?”

“Especially when I wake up.”

Her head shook. “Are you trying to make me melt onto the floor?”

I held the bottom of her chin. “Melt? No. Show you how fucking wild I am for you? Yes.”

“That’s something you’ve never stopped showing me.” Her voice was a little above a whisper. “I don’t just see it and hear it, Macon. I feel it—everywhere.”

She chewed her bottom lip, and I pulled it away from her teeth, running my thumb across it.

“When those six months are up, I can see that move happening.” She grabbed my hand, holding it against her cheek, leaning her face into it. “As long as you’ll have me.”

The valet attendants were standing by both open doors.

I gave zero fucks.

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