I went to sit beside him as he groaned, rubbing at his head. “Good morning, sexy.” I caressed his face. “You must have a pounding headache after all that wine.”
He groaned his agreement.
I chuckled lightly. “Gods, I had so much fun last night.”
“You did?” he rasped, squinting at me, trying to remember the previous night and failing.
“Yes, of course! If I had any idea you were so good in bed, I would have been in yours a long time ago, Mr. Anderson,” I teased as I trailed my hand down his abdomen.
He grinned weakly.
“It had me thinking. I’m going back home. I can’t hide forever. Not if I want to be with you.”
He slowly sat up against the pillows, his face bleak. “What do you mean?”
“You want that too, don’t you? To be with me?” I questioned shyly.
He took my hand and kissed it. “I’ve wanted that for a very long time.”
I chewed at the inside of my cheek. He was being sincere. Could a cold-hearted man like him really feel something for someone else?
No. Not in any real sense.
I smiled broadly at him. “Then I have to go home. Talk to the police. Make up a story of how I miraculously escaped. And then… Will you come find me?”
“Of course, dear.”
I placed a piece of paper on his nightstand. “This is my number. Will you call me later?”
He nodded and I kissed him lightly. “I’ll have Wesley take me back to the hotel. The sooner I get this over with the sooner we can be together.” I stood. “You stay in bed. I’ll make sure someone brings you headache tablets before I leave.” I caressed his face one more time before walking out the door.
“The legend returns!” Hunter exclaimed as I walked into the hotel room, bowing deeply to me with a goofy grin on his face. They were already there, waiting on me. Gemma came squealing at me, gripping my arms, jumping up and down excitedly.
“You did it!” she squealed in a high-pitched voice. “It was masterful! The dress, the innocent face, the potion! Ugh!” she swooned.
Pure joy radiated from my laugh and from my pores.
Grayson sauntered over to me; his eyes alight.
“How did I do?” I asked the same question I did that night we robbed the warehouse.
He beamed down at me. “You were fucking magnificent.”
My chest swelled three times its usual size, I was sure of it.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” he whispered for just me to hear, exactly what I’d wanted. “Thank you. Thank you for doing this. For me. And for my mom and Abby. I owe you so much. This means so much.” Emotion shined in his eyes that had my heart skipping a beat.
I threw my arms around him and kissed him. Forever wouldn’t be enough time with this man. I thanked the gods for bringing him into my life. There was nothing else I could ever want. He was everything.
Hunter cleared his throat, and I had no choice but to let go of Grayson, him doing so a bit more reluctantly than me.
“So? Where is he keeping the diamond?” Gemma prompted excitedly.
“He said it was back home. So it’s in Willsbury City. That’s home to him.” I peered up at Grayson, but he was already lost in his thoughts. His mind going a mile a minute. Already planning.
I shoved him with my shoulder to get his attention. “You have a plan?”
He blinked down at me, giving a smug grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Of course.” He stared down at me for a while then kissed me on the temple. “I was worried sick, you know.”
