My lips twitched. “Minx.”
She beamed a smile at me. “There will only be three of us rolling around this massive place.”
“Not for long. You know what the family’s like. They’ll come and bring their kids and there’ll be sleepovers and all kinds of shit so the cousins can bond.” I grunted. “It’s going to be hell.”
“Poor baby,” she mocked, but I knew she was laughing at me. “I’ll buy extra Lysol for those days.”
“And Clorox. Plenty of Clorox.” I heaved a sigh. “If you don’t like this place, then—”
“Why did you show methishouse? Not another one?”
“Because it came on the market.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Thought you’d like the indoor pool.” I shrugged again. “And there’s a nook in the yard.”
“What kind of nook?”
“It’s some kind of new age meditation hut or some bullshit. It has a roof so I figured we could fuck out there.”
She snickered. “I love how you’re finding new places for us to make love.”
“Bump will change things.”
“He will,” she murmured. “Is that bad?”
“He’s yours. Nothing you do could be bad.”
A shaky breath soughed from her before she pressed her lips to mine.
As I sank into the kiss, I recognized that, every day, I came to know her better.
Every day, I learned something else about her.
But that didn’t mean parts of her wouldn’t remain an enigma to me.
I knew I’d spend the rest of my life trying to figure her out, and that was a challenge I looked forward to.
She was, did she but know it, my gift.
After years of selling my soul to the Armed Forces, then to my father, she was my sanctuary.
“You’re too good to me.”
Her words jarred me from my thoughts.
“Not possible.” I pulled back before she could argue and asked, “This house? Nay or yay?”
“Where’s the realtor?
“Waiting in her car outside. I told her I didn’t want her hovering.”
“And she listened?”
“I can be persuasive,” I drawled.
She hummed. “Yes, you can be what you choose to be.” A gleam appeared in her eyes. “How do you feel about testing out the nook?”
“Try before we buy?” I asked, quirking a brow at her.
She grinned. “Exactly.”