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She tilted her face up and looked at his profile. His lips were curled up at the corners in a smile, his cheeks covered with a day’s worth of sexy stubble. “We always seem to be in sync.”
“I think that’s what happens with heart-matches. We’re made for each other, so we balance well.”
“I wish I’d met you years ago.” She let out a wistful sigh.
“Me too.” He gave her a quick peck and turned his attention back to the road.
Although she was tired from a long day of packing and Oz keeping her up with his amazing fingers and tongue half the night, she didn’t sleep at all on the drive. They talked about everything—his furniture business, her painting and cooking and a merger between them, and how their family would grow as the years went by.
“Three kids,” he said. “That’s my final offer.”
She let out a hard snort and then had to cough. “You’re not having them. You don’t get a vote.”
“Come on, babe. Two isn’t enough. Let’s try for four, be happy with three.”
“Two.”
“Five?”
“You can’t go higher!”
He gave her a devilish grin. “I always wished I had a big family. It was hard when it was just me.”
“I get that.” She let out a sigh and then smiled at him. He was so fun to tease. “Two and then we can talk about a third. So long as your sperm don’t produce demon children, three is on the table.”
“You’ll be on the table soon enough,” he said with a low growl that made parts south start to tingle.
She squeezed her legs together. “Stop growling. We’ve still got an hour until we hit Kedrick.”
“I’ll have you know that my sperm will only produce the best, most loving and obedient children on the planet.”
“Uh oh, I think you’re selling too hard. Were you a holy terror when you were little?”
“Can I plead the fifth?”
“No!”
“Let’s just say I gave my parents a run for their money and leave it at that.”
“Since we’ve decided to wait a year to start having kids, we can spend the year setting up your business and I can figure out what I want to do.”
“Work with me,” he said. “I can’t think of anything better than you and me side by side, making furniture. At least I can’t think of anything better for us with clothes on.”
“You’re such a horndog.”
“The term ishornlion.”
“Oh geez.” She rested her head against the plush headrest and grinned. “What’s first on the agenda for your business?”
“A workshop. You have a shed in the yard, right?”
“Yeah. It’s kind of small.”
“Then I’ll build a bigger one for my workshop. Once I get all my tools down here and some furniture to refurbish, I can kick the website into gear and maybe even open a storefront eventually. You love painting, so you can do your own paintings plus work on the furniture too. I’d love to see what you can do when you’re set loose on something.”
It had long been a dream of hers to have paintings for sale. As a kid, she’d painted on thick pieces of paper and put them on the fridge, hoping someday to see them in a gallery or art store. That dream, which had gone dormant in favor of a job with actual money, could be resurrected now. Her mind spun with the possibilities.
“How about Krane Family Furniture and Art.”
