Page 41 of The Cowboy’s Forever Promise

“Pictures of George.”

Dylan’s eyebrows raised. “A portrait? You’ve never done that before, have you?”

“Nope, and I’m not sure if they’re any good. I’ll wait and see what Noah says.”

“You want to tell me you haven’t taken a picture of Abby?”

Carson nodded. “I have, but I … it’s not something … what I mean … there is one where she’s with George, her back turned to the camera, though.”

Shaking his head, he stared out the window, ignoring his brother’s low chuckle.

*

Abby stole a glance at Carson. It was Thursday evening and they were in Carson’s truck on their way to June’s book launch. Carson had taken her hand when they’d left the ranch, but he hadn’t said a word since.

They were both probably tired, sleep hadn’t been a priority since she’d moved in with him. She’d finished organizing June’s house. There was still the new office to do, but she should have enough time for that tomorrow and Saturday morning.

She’d also worked on Carson’s kitchen and bedroom closet in the evenings after dinner. There was still a lot to do, but at least his house looked much better than it had when she’d seen it the first time.

“Everything okay? You’re very quiet,” she said as they entered Marietta.

Carson glanced her way. “I’m thinking how right this feels. You in my house, next to me in my car.”

“I’m leaving on Sunday.”

He kissed her hand. “Don’t remind me. You look gorgeous, have I mentioned it?”

“Thank you. You clean up very nicely too.”

His low chuckle stoked the embers in her tummy. “I love these long showers I get to have while you’re living with me.”

She sighed, blushing. “Carson.”

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re turning around,” he growled.

“I … it’s June’s book launch. I missed her wedding, I can’t miss this as well.”

He kissed her hand. “It was a great wedding. I’ve never seen my brother so happy.”

“We looked at the wedding photos again. They’re beautiful, Carson. Now I understand why I didn’t see you in any of the pictures June sent me after the wedding.”

“I was the photographer.”

“You have a wonderful gift of capturing the perfect moment. You’ve been working in your dark room over the last two nights.”

“Missed me?”

For a moment she looked down at their clasped hands but didn’t answer. Fact was, the moment he left the bed, she missed him—his heat, his body, his light snoring, his big hand cupping her breast.

She’d gone in search of him the first time. That was when she’d heard him behind the closed door of his dark room. He was probably so tired and needed sleep.

“Should I go back to Annie’s so that you can get more sleep?”

He stopped his truck so quickly, in spite of the seatbelt, her body shot forward. Fortunately, his arm was there to catch her before she bumped her head. “Sorry.”

Pulling her closer, he cupped her face. Her eyes were gleaming with a light she hadn’t seen before. “Please don’t. I’m treasuring every minute I get to spend with you.”

“Okay.”