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“Are we going to talk about where you’re living?” Ashlyn looks up at me with a playful glint in her eye and closes the laptop on the desk in my home office. She’s been looking for a better space for King Investments since officially taking over the management of all my businesses a few weeks ago.
It’s after ten in the morning when Zeus and I walk in, leaving no doubt I didn’t sleep here again last night. It’s been nearly three weeks since Wren’s accident, and I’ve slept in her bed every night.
Something Ashlyn never fails to tease me about when I come home after she’s already here.
“Why don’t you ask her to move in with you, Sawyer? You’re basically living together already. What are you waiting for?”
“We rushed through the beginning of this relationship, so now we’re supposed to be taking it slow.” I move to the window and stare at the waterfalls in the distance. The snow-covered ground surrounding the lake has turned into bright-green grass, promising an early spring. “Ashlyn... can you come here?”
She crosses the room and stands next to me, looking at the lake. “What am I looking at? Has the lake changed?”
“No. What are those flowers? The bright yellow ones growing everywhere?”
“Those?” She points. “They’re not flowers. They’re weeds. They’re dandelions.”
“I thought dandelions were the white puffy things,” I admit sheepishly, wondering if I sent Wren the wrong flowers last month.
She crosses her arms over her chest and leans her hip against the wall. “You guys were so sheltered, you probably never had a single weed in your lawn. Dandelions are bright yellow when they first bloom. Then the little flower closes before the white wispy petals appear. You make your wish on the white petals and blow it into the wind.”
“Do you still wish on the wind, Ashlyn?”
“Every chance I get, Sawyer. A girl is never too old to wish on the wind and hope it finds its way back to you.”
* * *
Wren
“Stop teasing me, sissy...” Haley whines as I pull into my driveway. “Are you really flying down to see me?”
“Well, not yet. But yes. Sawyer and I talked about it last night. We need to wait for Mom and Dad to get back from their vacation in three weeks, then we can fly down for a long weekend.” I pop my earbud in and head up to the house.
“Soooo...” she drags the word out dramatically. “Does this mean things are going well with the hot Kingston?”
I stop outside the door and laugh. “Things are going well withallthe Kingston hotties. Jace is still crashing in the guestroom most nights. It’s not like he’s moved in, but something is going on at the hockey house, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. We see Hudson, Maddie, and Teagan almost every day, and Becks and Max are always on the phone with Sawyer, talking about the new business.”
The door opens, and Sawyer takes my bag, then takes my phone. He glances down at it, then also takes an earbud out of my ear. “Hey, Hales. She’s gonna have to call you back.”
I can’t hear what my sister says to him, but the smile on his face is deliciously sinful before he pockets my phone and ties something around my eyes. “Sawyer... what are you doing?”
He throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass, and I swear my panties dampen immediately. “I’m taking away your ability to overthink, Red.”
“I love it when you talk dirty, Kingston.” I bite down on my lip when his hand cups my ass. Oh this man is so getting laid tonight. We’ve waited long enough.
The clink of the door shutting behind us sends my senses on high alert. Sawyer takes heavy footsteps through my house and out what sounds like my backdoor.
“I hate surprises, Kingston.”
“Two more minutes, Red.” Another smack to the ass, and I’m squirming.
“You’re killing me, Sawyer.” Three... almost four weeks with no sex has been absolute torture. This crazy man loves to parade around my house in boxer briefs with all that beautiful ink and those even more beautiful muscles on display. I’m not sure how I’ve held out this long. It’s physically painful.
Why...Whydid I say we needed to take it slow?
Sawyer stops and gently lowers my feet to the ground, then removes the silk from around my eyes.
When I blink to adjust to the brightness, he cups my face in his hand. “Did you know dandelions start out as these bright yellow flowers?”
“What?” His thumbs rub my cheeks, and I glance around us, my heart thrumming against my chest. We’re standing at the edge of the lake, surrounded by a field of vibrant yellow dandelions. “Sawyer?”
