“I know, and I agree. I hope you don’t think I’m being foolish by wanting to go home. It’s just that I worked so hard to have that place and to establish a routine for us that it’s hard for me to be removed from it.”
“We’ll get you back there as soon as it’s safe. I promise. I’ll talk to Miguel today to get an idea of what the cops are hearing from Joaquín’s crew. Maybe having him and Diego charged with serious felonies will scare them enough to stand down.”
“I wish I believed they were that smart.”
“Yeah, me, too.” He links his fingers with mine. “Tell me about your Monday routine, and let’s see what we can do to get everything done.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“Not until later on.”
“You must be tired. You got home late.”
“I’m fine with five or six hours of sleep. I’ve always been that way.”
“You’re lucky. If I don’t get at least seven, I’m cranky.”
“I can’t imagine you cranky.”
“Just wait… It’s not pretty.”
“There’s never a time when you’re not pretty. I refuse to hear otherwise.”
He makes me smile and laugh when I’d think neither was possible. “Mateo will be happy to hear we’re staying awhile longer. He cried last night when I told him we were going home and couldn’t bring the pool with us.”
“I told you he can swim in my pool anytime he wants, regardless of where you guys are staying.”
“That’s very sweet of you. It’s so good for his therapy. After just a few days of swimming, I can already see him getting stronger.”
“Then he needs to be swimming every day.”
“He’d love that.”
“We’ll make it happen.”
“Can we go to my place today to pick up mail and a few other things we need?”
“Of course. We’ll go after we get Mateo to school.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. “I’ve got to get him up in fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen whole minutes? Do you know what we can do in fifteen minutes?”
“Take a shower? Cook breakfast? Start some laundry—”
His kiss is filled with laughter as he sets out to show me a much better use of that time. “Come here.”
“Let me pee first.”
“Hurry. We only have fifteen minutes.”
After I quickly use the bathroom and brush my teeth, I get back in bed and curl up to him. He effortlessly moves me so I’m on top of him, with his erection throbbing against my belly.
His hands slide down my back to cup my ass as he presses against me. “You feel so good. So, so good.”
“You do, too.”
“This,” he says, “with you… I want you to know… You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”