I grin. “She did.”
“And are you going too?!”
My eyes lock with hers, and my grin widens.
“What do you think?”
She frowns. “I mean, I know you love it here at Winchester, but I really think you could—”
I laugh, pulling her close and kissing her softly and deeply.
“I said yes, Brynn,” I growl. “Of course, I said yes.”
Her jaw drops, her eyes going wide as saucers as she stares at me.
“Yes?!”
“Want to move to France?”
She squeals, hugging me fiercely as our lips crash back together.
“This is nuts!”
“I know!” I laugh. “But, baby girl, I only want nuts with you.”
She beams, kissing me again before I laugh once more.
“Shit, guess I should probably brush up on my French.”
She shrugs. “Oh, I can teach you.”
“Oh really?”
“Oui,” she purrs, and fuck if it isn’t the absolute sexiest French word I’ve ever heard.
“As in ‘oui, oui, monsieur, emmène-moi au lit?”
I eye her, the smile teasing my lips.
“Which means…
“Yes sir,” she purrs into my ear, leaning close and letting her lips brush my neck.
“Please take me to bed?”
I growl, my hands tightening on her as I whirl, making her shriek and giggle as I storm for the stairs.
“Gladly,” I groan into her lips, kissing her fiercely as I take the stairs two at a time, all the way to bed.
All the way to the rest of our lives, too.