Before either of us can reply, there’s another text, telling us that we should all stop grouching because it’s going to be a good thing.
I snatch my phone and type with one hand and drink wine with the other.
Ten tomorrow. Not a minute earlier.
It takes a minute, but he replies.
Fine. Ten. But you’ll thank me.
“Bought us two more hours,” I say.
“Whatever shall we do with them?” Danny takes my wineglass and sets it aside.
“I could thank you for all the work you’ve put into this house.” It only takes a moment before I’m straddling him.
“You don’t have to thank me. Even if it wasn’t my job, I’d want to help you make this place as beautiful as it’s going to be.”
“I know you would.” And it only takes another moment before I’m leaning over and kissing my way down his stomach.
“Callie, you’re making it hard to protest.” He gasps when I slip down his boxers and touch my mouth to his skin. “Like,literallymaking it hard to protest.”
For a moment, I lift my head. “Maybe thanking you is an excuse to do this. Although I don’t really need one, do I? Because I do what I want.”
He sinks back against the pillow and gently weaves his hands into my hair.
