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“I can’t go yet.”

“Why not?”

“I told them I was staying for a few days, and they were so excited. I don’t take a lot of time off or visit often.”

“How come?”

“Well. For holidays, we split our time at your family’s and mine.”

He stared at her, aghast. “Is it nice at my family’s?”

“Honestly? Not always.” She chewed on her lower lip. “The dinner last night was pretty decent since your dad wasn’t there. It can get pretty tense when your parents are together. Oh, and Dane.”

“That I can believe.”

“But you know…your parents live in L.A. Mine don’t. So I don’t see them as often as I’d like.” She put a hand over his chest. “Pretty please?”

“Okay. I’ll stay here with you too then.”

“Really? But—”

He kissed her. She opened up to him instantly, as though she’d been dying for his touch. He groaned into her mouth. “No buts,” he said firmly as he traced the delicate line of her smooth jaw.

“Okay,” she whimpered.

He pressed little kisses all along her neck. She shivered, and her grip on his shoulders tightened. Damn she was responsive. She probably wasn’t even aware of the tiny rocking movements of her hips that were driving him insane. He wanted to strip her and take her in the grass…except…

He pulled back. “We have to go inside.”

“But—”

“Lusty wench. Behave.” He slapped her lightly on the ass and took her elbow, starting them back to the house.

She ran her teeth across her lower lip and gave him a dark look that promised retribution. Shane shook his head. He didn’t care. His ring was back on her finger, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Fourteen

Ginger had laid out a new toothbrush and razor for Shane to use. She giggled behind a hand at the baggy, old pajamas Trevor had lent him.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t pack,” she said. “I would’ve driven you to the store so you could pick up some stuff.”

“Wasn’t thinking very clearly this morning. I just had this overwhelming urge to come out here and get you back.”

She grinned, stupidly happy. “Well, this’s your room.” She gestured around. It was the absolute smallest room in the house, but it had a bed. Her mom had put a set of fresh sheets over the mattress.

“At the opposite end of the hall from your room,” Shane mused, looking around. There was a tiny desk by the window, which overlooked the barn. He rapped the desk with a knuckle. “And quite fragrant, if you leave the window open.”

She chuckled. “Should’ve expected that when you barged onto a farm.”

He kissed her. “Well then. Good night.”

“Night.” She closed the door behind her.

Everyone seemed to go to bed early on the farm, but Fraser explained everyone also got up early. Like five thirty, before sunrise early.

Shane lay on the small bed and stared at the ceiling. He supposed that wouldn’t be too bad if he could get himself to fall asleep soon.

The night before he’d dreamed about his parents. Probably flashbacks. His memories seemed to be coming back as he spent time with the people who’d been in his life before the accident.


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