Page 95 of Family Bonds: Carson & Laine

“So close,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

He moved his finger faster, felt her legs starting to shake and knew she was close.

The minute he felt her pulsing around him, he shoved up into her as close and as deep as he could go and let himself fall as she was.

He held her tight in a hug and the two of them drifted downward until he shut his eyes and didn’t remember anything else.

28

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING

“I’m going to miss you,” Carson said to her five days later.

It was Friday morning and she was packing her bag to take a helicopter ride to Logan airport to catch her plane to LA.

After seeing how easy it was to do that, Laine arranged it for her flight there and back to LA and Chicago. She was thinking of canceling her flight to Manhattan and just being flown there if Egan or Lincoln could fit her in. Why spend all the extra time in the airport if she could just do this for close to the same cost?

She’d think about it more while she was sitting on the plane flying across the country.

She hated long flights, but she knew this had to be done.

Though in her mind, she was thinking, she’d be taking a break from this in the future.

“I’m going to miss you too,” she said. “I’ll be home Monday. It’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be working nights and sleeping days. When you’re working like this we barely see each other anyway.”

“You’re right,” he said.

He had told her that when he found out about her trips, he’d just looked at his schedule to see if he could swing a weekend away with her. That he’d love to see her at a gallery showing. To see her art and her in her world.

There was no way she could get angry with that.

Laine was almost upset he couldn’t manage it, but she’d never ask either.

She gave him a big kiss. “You know I am. And in the last two weeks, we’ve done a bunch of things together to hold us over.”

“Not thesamething,” he said, laughing.

“You’re just mad your vase collapsed.”

She was giggling. After their body paint episode, she brought him to her studio the next day and let him make some pottery.

She had to get them back on the fun part of their relationship because that night they’d gotten more serious than she expected.

She wondered if it was too soon or too fast to feel the way she did when she thought of everything her parents lost.

Then she told herself to cut it out.

She’d lived by the “life is worth living” motto and yet she was feeling more apprehension and fear than ever before for some reason.

“It looked like a limp dick,” he said. “I can do better next time.”

“Is that why you painted it purple?” she asked, giggling.

“Yes. Deformed eggplant. Don’t I get points for creativity? I even used the color purple.”

She poked her finger into his side, then neatly folded her three dresses into her bag. She was cutting it close flying there today when she had a private showing tonight, but it was not like the gallery showing and if she was late or missed this, she wasn’t sweating it.

She used to stress about these things more, but now she felt like it didn’t matter as much.

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