Page 39 of His Little Stowaway

Me, I’m absorbed in some shopping of my own now, only taking her hand a couple of times, studying those perfect little fingers of hers.

I don’t mean to pry either, but when I get a glance of some of the lingerie she’s looking at I have to pipe in, recommending she definitely buy everything.

After some giggling and playfully telling me off for spying on her, she asks “And just how am I supposed to pay for all this anyway?”

I frown, then smile.

Had to happen sooner or later. I’ll have Brynn’s accounts set up tomorrow, first thing. Until then…

Putting my hands over hers, I switch to the settings page and in a few minutes I ask her to press her finger against the screen, and then bring her eye a little closer.

“That’s it,” I announce after checking that she's good to go.

“On this laptop, any computer in our house, you’ll be able to buy whatever you want at the push of a button.

She sinks further against me but lets out a sound I’m not sure how to take.

“What is it?” I ask her, feeling her body starting to rock with a sob.

“You said our house is all,” she sniffs, and turning to face me I can see her tears are tears of happiness, not sadness.

“It is your house now, Brynn. And our home,” I remind her with a kiss.

“Now keep shopping will ya? I’ve got a way to go here myself,” I chuckle, feeling a tickle at the back of my own throat.

Damn.

Actual emotions.

Is there anything Brynn can’t bring out in me?

The fire’s burning low by the time I’m done and the sound of Brynn’s laptop sliding off her onto the couch lets me know she’s done.

Fast asleep.

Glancing at the mantle clock I can see it’s already tomorrow. Tomorrow I told myself I’d do everything in.

Already here.

If my life was boring, mundane before yesterday. Now that Brynn’s in it I don’t feel like I have enough time.

Never enough to tell her, to show her just how special she is.

Lifting her up as carefully as I can, I carry her up to bed. Our bed and tuck her in, pausing only to look at her as she shifts to get comfortable. Reaching out in her sleep for the place I know is for me.

Soon, baby. Just one call I think I have to make.

I’ve had an evening with the woman I know I want forever, living the life I know we both want.

How many of those security guys have a partner, kids, both maybe. How many of them deserve the same feeling? The same security of knowing they can provide for their family?

All of them, that’s how many.

“Mr. Masters,” Mack yawns, answering on the second ring.

“It’s late,” I observe, clinically. “But I’m calling to tell you to un-fire the security team from yesterday. Bring ‘em back in and I’ll see they get a raise as well as a bonus.

Everyone who works for me just got a raise. Except for Whitman.

I’ve got something special for him.

“That’s great news, Sir. I’ll let them know…” Mack says, trailing off.

“Something else, Mack?” I ask, knowing there is.

“Well, it’s this business with Mr. Whitman, sir. I...I hate to think of you feeling like you can’t trust anyone,” he says earnestly.

I feel my brow furrowing. Mack’s the one guy who has every reason to be pissed with me right now, so why would he help or even care? After my brash treatment.

Why would those men rush into a room to protect you from who knows what?

“Just let me know if I can help,” he says finally. “Let all of us know if there’s anything we can do.”

I’m silent for a moment. “Thanks, Mack. I’ll do that. For now though. Keep it quiet is all I need from you. And just be sure and get those men back at work and paid up in time for the holiday season.”

Mack’s saying something, gushing thanks but I hang up.

Can’t let them think I’m going totally soft. But Brynn is changing me in ways I never imagined. Making me see the world in a new way.

Just one more call, Brynn. Then I’ll join you in bed.

I put a not-so-quick call through to my stockbroker. And I mean my stockbroker. Not the one the company uses, and certainly not anyone Mike Whitman knows about.

Trust someone else with all my money? Ha!

Mike Whitman’s about to learn the hard way that I didn’t get where I am by being stupid.

Chapter Twenty-One

Two Days Later

Brynn

“Only two days? It feels like it’s been two years,” I gasp. Pearce is flushed in the face, puffing too.

He hasn’t needed a workout since we came up here, to put it that way. Not a vertical one anyhow.

“I’m still counting them, these days. These perfect days.” Pearce smiles, hooking his arm around me and pulling me close as he sits up in bed.

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