Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He prowled over to me, putting his knee to the bed before bending over for an entirely too chaste kiss. “I don’t know if you’d even like New York. We could always move out of the city, but even the suburbs are a whole different world than Clovert.”
I circled my arms around his neck and dragged him down for a lingering kiss. My body was sore from his constant attention the night before but it began to hum back to life. “You’re in New York though.”
He settled on his side and cradled his head in his hand, his elbow on the bed, and slid the blanket back to reveal my breasts. Tracing his finger around my nipple, he replied, “I am right now, but I only have a tiny studio apartment and it doesn’t even have a stove.”
After gliding my palm down his stomach, I tugged at the tucked fabric on his towel, popping it open. “I don’t need a stove. I need you.”
Smiling, he grabbed my wrist. “You’re not going to distract me from this conversation. We need to figure it out. Assuming we can get things settled this week with your case, I’ll need to get back to the city. Now, whether it’s to put in my notice and pack my stuff or to take a few days to scope out a house for us before you follow me is up to you. But I’m not leaving until we have a plan of action.”
“Then hurry up and make a plan so I can”—there was a damn blanket dividing us, but I scooted closer and rolled my hip, not surprisingly finding him hard and ready—“get back to other plans.”
He hummed deep in his throat. “Okay. So you’ll come with me to New York, then. What about your students? And your summer lunch program? And Joe? You know, Thea and Ramsey might decide to move back one day, but even if they don’t, New York is a long way from Georgia.”
Damn. He had a point.
And I really fucking hated that he had a point while I was so close to having him inside me again. “You are taking all the fun out of this with your rational questions.”
“Trust me. Nobody hates being rational right now more than I do.”
I sagged into the bed. “I haven’t really considered it all yet. As far as my family goes, I’ll miss them, but Joe has Misty and her kids around him, and we could always come back for visits, right?”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Of course.”
“It might take a while, but I could probably get a job teaching in New York. Some of the other teachers at school might be willing to take over the lunch program.”
“Is that what you want?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, but after everything we’ve been through, I can’t ask you to give up your entire life and move back to Clovert. You’ve worked too hard to build your life—even while suffocating on my hook. I don’t want to be the hook anymore, Cam. I want to be a team for once.”
With an arm around my hips, he rolled me to my side, my chest coming flush with his. “Okay. We’ll figure it out. Maybe I can look around Clovert for opportunities. Then you can come up to New York and see if it’s even someplace you could see yourself being happy. Hell, maybe we compromise and move to somewhere totally different. My roots have only ever been with you.”
God, how was he so sweet?
“I’m not sure if you’re aware or not, but you, Camden Cole, are pretty damn amazing.” I tipped my head up to ask for a kiss and he didn’t keep me waiting long.
“Good. Then we’re even,” he murmured, his hand snaking under the covers, headed straight for my ass.
The sound of my doorbell pulled him up short.
“Ignore it,” I urged.
“What if it’s Joe?”
“Then we’ll be doing him a favor by not letting him in right before you do wicked things to his daughter.”
The side of his mouth curled. “I thought she was about to do wicked things to me.”
I raked my teeth over my bottom lip. “We could do both.”
The doorbell rang again.
“Noooooooo,” I groaned.
He chuckled. “Just go answer it. It might be import—”
That was all he got out before Thea’s voice came from my living room. “Wake up. Wake up. Breakfast has arrived, and you’ve got some explaining to do.”
I sat straight up in bed, nearly knocking Cam off the side.
“Do you have any cream cheese? A half dozen bagels and they didn’t put any in the damn bag,” Ramsey called out as though he and his maniac wife had not just broken into my house.
Though I did love that maniac and her crazy husband. And while I didn’t get to see them nearly as much as I would have liked, interrupting me when I was in bed with a gorgeous man was not ideal timing. But I wasn’t going to send them away, either.