Or is it?
My grandfather always used to tell me life is what you make it. If you want something, go after it. Make it happen.
“Stay in Cunningham Falls,” I blurt.
She laughs, and my semi-erect cock slips from her body. “Wait. You’re serious?”
“Yes. I feel something for you, Abigail. Something strong, something I’ve yet to feel for another woman, and I think you feel it too.”
She nods. “I do.”
“I don’t know about you, but I want to keep exploring this, because I think it could grow into something great.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I do too.”
“Stay. Tell me you’ll stay.”
“What about work?”
I blow out a breath and sit up, pulling her with me. Reaching toward the bottom of the bed, I grab the blanket that slipped off and pull it around us.
“We’ll figure something out. Maybe when your contract is over you can find something else in the area.”
She bites on her bottom lip and nods, but doesn’t look convinced. I cup her face in my hands and bring my lips to hers.
“I don’t have all the answers, but I promise if you stay, we’ll figure something out. Something that works for both of us.”
Soft hands wrap around my neck, playing with the hair on the nape of my neck. She rests her forehead to mine and smiles. “Okay.”
“Really?” I pull back, needing to get a good look at her, needing to make sure she’s here and this is real. “You’ll stay?”
She nods again and laughs when I tackle her back to the bed.
“I’ll call the agency tomorrow and see if they can find something for me here after my contract.”
“And if they can’t?” I ask.
“We’ll figure something out. Now, I do believe you promised me a next time.”
Chapter 10
Abby
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“I think you broke me,” I say, collapsing on the bed. “I won’t be able to walk for days.”
“The way I see it, you’ll have a reminder of me with every step you take.”
I poke him in the side. Drake squirms and grabs my hand, pulling it to his lips. He kisses each knuckle before placing my hand against his chest.
“I should get going. It’s getting late, and we have to be at work in—” I look at the alarm clock and groan. “—six hours.”
“Stay,” he says.
“The night?”
He grins. “Yes.”