Page 77 of Meet Me in the Dark: The Complete Series

She chuckles. “As I’m learning with Law, pregnant women get away with a lot. He let me drag him along for four hours of shopping yesterday.”

“Poor Law. I hope you don’t think you’re helping to move anything.”

She sighs. “No. Lord Law has forbidden me from so much as lifting a coffee mug while I’m here.”

I laugh, but I love the way Law loves my sister. I didn’t think anybody would ever be worthy of her, but he is… almost.

“What time is Lexa getting here?” Sophie asks.

“She has work this morning, so I told her to just meet us at the house.”

House. I still can’t even believe I can say those words. That I’m moving into a house today. My house. Living paycheck to paycheck for so long, then having it get even worse when I got sick and couldn’t work, made it seem like buying a house wasn’t something I would ever be able to do.

Law owning the very hospital I stayed at and got my kidney transplant at, certainly made it easy for me to get a job there once I recovered. And I’m pretty sure him being my sister’s boyfriend gave my salary an increase that made it easy for me to afford my house in just a few months.

“Alright, so what are we moving first?” Law asks.

I look back toward the door, bypassing Law to find Jackson. Even sexier this close. Long hair hanging over his shoulders, full lips curved up into a smile, or more a smirk, as his eyes go up and down my body. My tank top and leggings suddenly feel very thin.

Sophie taps my arm, and I realize I never answered Law’s question.

“We can start in here,” I say, stopping to clear my throat from the breathlessness in my voice. “As you guys put these boxes in the truck, I’ll move the boxes from my bedroom in here to make it easier.”

“It’s not a problem for us to get the boxes from your bedroom,” Jackson offers.

That’s not at all what I’d like him to be doing in my bedroom.

“Actually, why don’t you both get the boxes from her bedroom, and I’ll get the boxes out of here,” Law suggests. “And, Sophie, don’t you touch a thing.

“Yes. I’ll just sit here and look pretty, like an ornament.”

Law chuckles. “Yes, a six-month pregnant one.”

She mumbles something as Jackson gestures for me to show him the way. I lead him down the hallway, much too aware of his presence at my back. I stop in my doorway, telling myself it’s not because I want him to have to pass me, even though I know it’s a lie. He doesn’t pass me, though, but he does get so close that my body goes still. With his height, my head comes to his neck, and I look out the corner of my eye at the colorful tattoos there, tempting me to lick them, taste them. His scent, that I have memorized much too thoroughly, fills my senses, and I have to stop myself from inhaling more of it, from leaning in to get closer.

“Not too many boxes in here,” he says, his deep voice seeming to rumble through me.

“I’ve uh… been moving some of the smaller things into the house throughout the week.”

“Hmm. If you had called me, I would’ve helped.”

“I don’t even have your number.” I chuckle.

“We should correct that. Never know when you might need it.”

Then he does pass me, but not without putting his hand on my waist to move me slightly aside. I feel the weight of it long after he removes it, even as I watch him gather his hair together toput it in a loose bun at the back of his head. Even as heat rushes through me from the way his muscles flex when he picks up the box. He turns toward me, smirks, and arches a brow.

“I mean, I could try to get past you with the box,” he jokes.

“Oh, sorry.”

His smirk turns into a full smile as I walk into my bedroom. When he leaves, my eyes can’t help but drift to the bed I just dreamed of him in. God, what is it about him that has me like this? He’s just a man. A sexy as sin man that I want to take me by the throat and…

“You okay?” Jackson asks, his voice behind me making me jump.

“Yeah, just… Never mind.”

“You can wait in the living room. I got everything in here.”

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