Page 89 of Slow Burn

“Do not dog-ear the pages and make sure you don’t lose my spot in the book.” Elijah couldn’t control himself and went back to her as she lay in the bed. “I’ll be home in two days. Sunday morning, I expect to come home and find you naked in my bed.”

She tapped her chin as if she were contemplating her options. “That’s two days. I’ll need to go home at some point. Text me when you are about to leave the station, and I’ll come back.”

Now the idea of her staying in his bed all weekend waiting for him had manifested itself. He wanted her in his home.

“Did you have other plans?”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “No, but that’s beside the point. Like you, I have laundry and upkeep at my place. I can’t be naked in your bed all weekend.”

“What if I give you my spare key? Then you can do whatever you need to do, but you sleep here on Saturday night, so I come home to you in my bed?”

Georgia looped her arms around his neck. “You realize you just offered to give me a key to your house?”

“Yes.” He kissed her throat. “Because I’m compromising. Isn’t this a part of being in a relationship?”

His phone rang, making them pull apart. Probably for the best because when he stood and saw the clock, it was seven-fifteen in the morning, and he had to be at the station in fifteen minutes. When he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, it was Nash calling.

“What’s up?” Elijah answered the call.

“Any chance you won’t strangle me if I’m a little late?” his friend asked, and he heard the whisper of a woman in the background.

Elijah wanted to be a dick, but he did have Nash’s little sister naked in bed.

“How late is a little late?”

“Fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”

That wasn’t too bad. “Fine, anything after eight, you are cleaning all the trucks.”

Nash promised, and then they hung up.

“Was that my brother?” Georgia asked, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. “At some point, we’re going to need to tell him we’re dating.”

True, but Elijah figured they had time. Dating wasn’t marriage. It could wait.

“We will, but I have to run so we can talk about it later,” Elijah gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll put the extra key on the table.”

Sure, he didn’t feel like going to work, but knowing Georgia was going to be in his bed when his shift was over made him smile.

“HE WENT FROM take it slow to giving you a key?” Sophie sat on the couch at Georgia’s house, skeptical about the change in Elijah, but Georgia wasn’t.

She sat next to her best friend. “Yes, and we’re going to talk about how to tell Nash.”

Sophie made a face as if she had bitten into a lemon. “Like he has any right to be mad. The fact his dick hasn’t fallen off with all the sex he has is a mystery to me.”

No matter how many times Sophie brought up Nash’s sex life, it always made her cringe.

“He’s still my brother.”

Sophie ignored the sentiment. “Fine, but this is about you and Elijah. And can we go back to the fact he gave you a key? Seriously, he used to fuck people who didn’t even live in Landmere, and now he’s basically moving you into his house. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this.”

“But as you said, this is about Elijah and me.”

“You’re right, and I will support you.” Sophie paused. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. Hearts are basically popping out of your eyes when you talk about him.”

Georgia tried to hide her smile. “Is that a bad thing?”

Her offhand comment made Sophie sit straight up. “Hold up. Do you love him?”