I followed her up the steps, feeling even heavier than I had a few minutes ago.
Having Geneviève here with me was all I wanted. But I could more than understand if she’d already made plans to go home to Alberta. I’d been a selfish bastard at Thanksgiving, making her come home with me.
I couldn’t very well ask her to stay now.
When we shuffled inside, she headed straight for the bathroom. I took the puppies out quickly. After I came back in, I went to the cupboard, hoping like hell my whiskey was still here.
It was.
Thank fuck.
I poured out more than I should and drank it down in one gulp.
Then I joined my woman in the shower.
After I’d benther over in the shower, then made her ride me hard in bed, she laid in my arms, playing with my chest hair.
“Are you leaving me to go back home?” I asked, not especially wanting to hear her answer.
“No. I’m not going anywhere until Trey’s out of the hospital. And if he needs help recuperating, I can stick around for that, too.”
A huge sense of relief washed over me, knowing she was going to be here. “We can go to your mom’s after that.”
She shrugged and said, “We’ll talk about it after we know more.”
I hugged her close, relishing the feel of her warm, soft body.
“You can’t fight tomorrow night, Beau.”
A loud huff burst out of my mouth. “I’ll do what I have to do.” Then I kissed the top of her head.
“No, you won’t. I can’t look after two of you in hospital beds,” her voice hitched as she spoke.
I sighed and held her close, inhaling the lovely floral scent I loved so much. “You won’t have to.” My hand rubbed over her round, perfect ass.
“Promise me you won’t fight, Beau.”
I didn’t answer.
And neither of us said another word before we fell asleep.