Page 57 of Playing With Forever

Them calling me to gush about how awesome Lindy was.

DJ and Carrie FaceTiming so they could meet Evan since DJ’s work schedule hadn’t allowed them to come down for a visit.

Kane calling me, but ending up on the phone with Evan.

I wasn’t sure there was much more to think about.

But I said, “Talk to Lindy, and we’ll talk more about it later.”

“It was Lindy’s idea.”

Mamalious.

My sweet girl wanted me to move in with her father.

Then it was a no-brainer.

“We’ll check rentals in the area and see what I can get for my place. But I’m hiring one of those services. I don’t want the hassle that comes with renters, and⁠—”

“Christ, just when I think I can’t love you more, you prove me wrong.”

I knew Evan loved me, he showed me every day, but he’d never said the words.

And now he was saying them…over the phone.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear you tell me you love me for the first time over the phone,” I snapped. “Besides, I have to go, a cruiser just pulled into the parking lot, and Tyler made a run for it.”

“Okay. Call me back when Phil’s done talking to the officer.”

I rolled my eyes again and veiled reminder I wasn’t to go outside.

“Ten-four, Officer Sanders.”

“Lieutenant Sanders,” he corrected. “And if you’re not careful, you’ll be calling me that tonight after I cuff you to bed.”

There was another checkmark in the perfect column. Evan’s bed was a playground. Fifty-two and having the best sex of my life. Occasionally, Evan made love to me, but even when he was slow and gentle, there was always an underlying threat of dominance. The rest of the time, he put in a fair amount of effort to make me go wild. Though that effort was naught—all he had to do was kiss me, and I was ready to let loose and give him anything he wanted. But the effort was appreciated and always ended with spectacular orgasms.

“Something to look forward to.”

“Later, baby.”

“Bye, Evan.”

After I disconnected that call, I phoned Phil.

He went outside to deal with the police, but there wasn’t much to deal with since Tyler had taken off the second the cruiser had pulled into the lot.

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, JOSIE,” Quinn called out.

I glanced up from the calendar I was approving at the reception desk in the lobby and smiled.

“Hey, Quinn. Everything going okay?”

When she broke stride to stop and look at me, I knew she caught my real question.

“Yes. We told them what we’re planning, and everyone is happy for us. My brother, being overprotective, is cautiously happy, but happy’s happy, right?”

“Right.”