Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
She thought she’d been going fast, but she was going turtle speed in comparison to him.
“You love me.”
“That cannot be your answer to everything,” she told him.
“Why not?” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you not love me?”
“Yes, I love you, you irritating caveman! That doesn’t mean that I’m automatically going to move in with you! We just started dating. We can’t just start living together!”
“Why not? I love you. You love me. You’re mine. I’m yours. What more do you need?”
“We’re still getting to know each other.”
He scoffed. “We know each other. We’ve known each other for years.”
“I just need you to slow down a bit, okay? Let me catch my breath.”
Travis stared down at her for a long moment. Was he going to get mad?
“I want to say no,” he told her. “But I’m guessing that will be the wrong answer.”
“Travis,” she murmured, cupping his face between her hands. “I love you. I want to be with you. And I will move in with you. Just not yet, okay?”
Maybe she was being crazy. He was her dream. The person she’d always loved. But that didn’t mean she knew him that well anymore.
And he had to get to know her too. Saying they loved each other so soon was probably crazy. Way too early. But she just knew that she did. Even if he was going to drive her nuts sometimes.
“How long do you need?” he asked.
Caren bit her lip to fight her smile. “I’m not sure.”
He grunted. “Fine. I’ll give you some time.” He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling.
She leaned up on one elbow to stare down at him. “You will? How long?”
“Don’t know. I was thinking an hour or two.”
Caren had to smile. “You’re cute.”
“I’m not cute. I’m manly. Handsome. Sexy.”
“Yep, you’re all of those things too. And I love you.” Leaning down, she kissed him softly. Then she deepened it before pulling back with a groan. “I physically cannot do anything more tonight. I’m beat.”
She attempted to get out of bed, but he reached over with an arm and drew her back into his embrace. “Where are you going? Do you have to pee again?”
“No!” she cried. “I’m getting my pajamas.”
“You don’t need pajamas.” He drew her so close she was cradled against him, her bottom pressed to his stomach and his arm wrapped around her.
“What if I get cold?” she asked as she yawned, growing sleepy.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“What if there’s an emergency?”
“Then we’ll both be naked.”
“What if I like to sleep with something on?” she asked.
“You can wear me. And if you have something on, then I can’t sleep like this.” He slid his hand between her legs to cup her pussy.
Dear Lord.
He really expected her to sleep like this? No way was that happening.
Not . . . happening . . . at all.
That was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep.
32
“Brother! You’re famous!” Clay called out as he bounced his way into Travis’ office on Monday morning. Tyler followed him in.
Then Rusty.
Where was Jace?
They always had a meeting on Monday mornings at Raptor Inc. A catch-up and a look to the week ahead. Unless one of them was away for some reason.
“Where’s Jace?” he asked as Rusty handed him a coffee.
His quiet brother glanced down at his computer screen, raising an eyebrow as he saw the image on it.
“You know, I thought if you ended up with your photo in the papers it would be because you were being arrested for finally losing your mind and killing someone. Probably Tyler. Although, maybe that would be Rusty.”
Rusty didn’t even turn to look at Clay as he babbled on. “You’re moving fast.”
“Not fast enough for me. You think she’ll like it?
Rusty shrugged. “She know you’re planning on tracking her?”
“What? Who are you tracking?” Clay asked, moving over to peer down at the screen. “Hey, you’re buying a tracker? And putting it in a necklace . . . wait, is that more like a collar?”
“You’re going to collar her?” Tyler asked. “Whoa. That’s moving fast, isn’t it?”
“Not fast enough,” he grumbled. “She won’t move in with me. Says we have to get to know each other better first. I’ve known her for over twenty years! How much longer do we need?”
“You asked her to move in?” Clay asked, gaping at him.
“Asked . . . told . . . she still wouldn’t do it.” And he didn’t like that. He wanted her under his roof where he could keep a close eye on her. She’d insisted on going home to her apartment this morning.
He wanted to know that she was safe in his apartment.
“Yeah, I kind of get why she thinks it’s too soon, brother,” Tyler told him. “You’ve only just reconnected with her.”
“And you never really liked her that much before,” Clay said.