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She watches, breathing fast, her cheeks flushed.
“You’re amazing, Abigail.”
I don’t want to call her Abi. Everyone calls her Abi. I want to be someone unique in her life.
She looks up at me with a sweet smile. "Do you want to go upstairs?"
“I want to go upstairs more than I want to take my next breath,” I tell her honestly. “But I can’t do that tonight."
Her eyes widen. "Why not?"
Because I am either the stupidest man walking the planet, or the smartest.
"Because I want you to want another time."
“Oh.” She doesn’t know what else to say to that.
I grin and lean in to kiss her. I hope she can taste herself at least faintly on my tongue as I stroke along hers.
When I lift my head, I say, "Next time we’ll have a lot more space and a lot more time and a lot fewer relatives around." I lower her feet to the floor and cup her face, giving her a last deep kiss. “I loved every fucking minute tonight with you."
She nods. "Me too."
I straighten. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I turn and let myself out before I give in to my new biggest weakness—Abigail Landry.
But there's plenty of time for me to be weak over this woman. When she’s my princess, in my bed, in my palace, I'll be able to indulge in every single thing either of us would ever want.
Convincing my grandfather and the people of Cara that I’m crazy about this woman shouldn’t be difficult at all.
The next morning, I text her the moment I wake up.
I want to see you.
She doesn’t respond.
I assume she’s still asleep. So I shower, dress, and head for Ellie’s house. There’s supposed to be a brunch with the family, and I know I’ll be included.
But I stop by the house first.
As I walk up the front walk, I immediately see that Abigail’s shoes are still sitting on the bottom porch step. Right where I put them last night.
Smiling, I pick them up.
I bound up the steps and lift my hand to knock. The door swings open before I connect with the wood though.
“Well, hey there,” Leo Landry, Abigail’s grandfather answers.
“Uh, hey, Leo. Good morning.”
I try very hard not to feel guilty about what I did to this man’s granddaughter against his foyer wall mere hours ago.
“You comin’ over for breakfast?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch and pulling the door shut.
“Yeah, sure,” I answer. “I was just…” I hold Abigail’s shoes up. “Found Abigail’s shoes.” That was true. “Thought I’d return them.”
Leo chuckles. “Well, she’s already gone. But I don’t suppose she’ll have a lot of use for those. Abi’s not really the rhinestones and high heels type.”
