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KILLIAN: I know.
I mean that. Your height has never bothered me.
KILLIAN: I’m fully aware, princess. You don’t need to reassure me of that.
Okay.
KILLIAN: I do have one question for you though.
Okay…
KILLIAN: Do you want me to chase you down through the woods, catch you, tie you up, and have my way with you?
Ian!
KILLIAN: That’s not a no, princess.
I have to get ready.
KILLIAN: I’m filing this under things to come back to later.
Of course, you are.
KILLIAN: Go get ready. Don’t forget your collar, Genevieve.
Yes, Sir.
KILLIAN: That’s my good girl.
Ismiled as I re-read the conversation. I’d missed this with him.
“Stop sexting your husband, and let’s go.” Gabby ushered me down the porch steps toward her car. “We have a checklist. I know how you love your fucking checklists.”
“I do love my checklists,” I said. “And I’m not sexting Killian.”
“Why not? You should be.”
“Pick one!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air to feign annoyance. In truth, I was happy to have her there for all the back and forth.
“Sext him off the clock,” she replied. “It’s my fucking time.”
“Happily.” However, the dark little corner of my brain wanted to send him dirty little texts throughout the day to distract him—to occupy his mind with something other than the task at hand. I knew today would be hard on him, even if he didn’t show it.
“Hold the fuck up!” Killian yelled. He came jogging down the drive after us. “You weren’t going to leave without fucking saying something were you?”
“I couldn’t find you,” I told him.
“Fair enough.”
“Make it fast, you crazy things,” Gabby ordered. She rounded the front of her SUV and got in. “We need to hit the fucking road if we’re going to do all the things.”
She kept saying that. I wanted to know what all the things entailed. I had a feeling Gabby’s version of entertainment and mine were drastically different now. What was I getting myself into?
“I want you to come home with all the wild coffee cups and colored blankets your gorgeous fucking heart desires. Knick knacks, art, I don’t give a fuck what you get. If you like it, buy it. I want our house to scream Genevieve Byrne again,” Killian said. “No fucking arguing.”
“What about you? What about what’s yours?” I asked. He grabbed a fistful of my sweater and dragged me against him.
“As soon as this house is put together, I’m going to fuck you on every available goddamn surface,” he whispered against my ear, and I shivered head-to-toe. “That’s how I’ll make it mine.”
