And if she kept hoping and dreaming and planning, she would be setting herself up for a hell of a fall. It would be a long, painful plummet back to earth. Be sensible, Slade. Keep your expectations reality-based. And she should be thinking about where she wanted to live as she no longer had an apartment in Paris to run back to. Should she rent something close to Carrick’s house or should she buy a house? Could she even afford to buy anything in Carrick’s expensive area? Leaning forward, Sadie tapped her laptop keyboard and quickly entered a search for houses into her browser.
Rolling through the options for sale, she grimaced at the prices of Beacon Hill properties.
Her business was doing well, but not that well.
She’d probably have to rent. Or look for a house in a less salubrious part of Boston. But one that had good schools.
Or would Carrick expect their child to attend the same expensive schools he did? She didn’t know how she felt about private school education; she’d attended public schools and she’d turned out okay...
They had so much to talk about. Discipline, schooling, manners, visitation rights...
Feeling a little overwhelmed, Sadie fell backward, her head hitting the pillow. At some point they’d have to make decisions. They couldn’t keep operating in a sexual haze forever.
She wanted to, but it wasn’t practical...
Her phone buzzed and Sadie patted the bed next to her, looking for the device. Picking it up, she held it close and squinted at the screen.
Where are you? What are you doing?
Her lips curved upward and her heart bounced off her chest. Carrick.
In my hotel room. She hesitated, wondering if she was brave enough to tell him how she was feeling. I’m looking at an awful painting and missing...
She deliberately stopped there, wanting to tease.
Missing what?
She laughed out loud while she typed. Your art. Sadie waited for a few beats before typing again.
And you.
Good answer. What are you wearing?
Sadie looked down at her yoga pants and baggy sweatshirt and knew that she had to lie.
Nothing.
Mmm. Have you ordered something to eat?
Sadie wrinkled her nose. She’d expected him to reply with some sexy comment, not to nag her about eating.
I’m waiting for room service. They should be here any second.
She saw that Carrick had read her message and sighed when she heard the sharp rap on her door. Climbing off the bed, she typed another message to Carrick.
Stop nagging. My food has arrived.
Not checking the peephole, she wrenched the door open, her eyes on her phone, waiting for Carrick’s reply. When she didn’t hear the rumble of a food cart, she looked up and her heart nearly exploded when she saw him standing in her doorway, a scowl on his masculine face.
Sadie squealed, launched herself at him and he caught her as she jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Sadie rained kisses on his face, so damn happy to see him. “Yay, you’re here,” she said in between kisses. “Why are you here?”
Carrick gently covered her face with his big hand to stop her kisses. “I was missing you and I haven’t used my plane in a while.”
Sadie leaned back to look into his amused face. “You have a plane?”
“Mmm.”