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Roman shoots him a look that I can’t decipher. Sometimes, these guys have so many of their own inside jokes and quips, it’s like listening to another language.
“We’ll be on our way then,” Trace says, seeming to realize his misstep.
Nash stands and after a flurry of goodbyes, the three of them are gone. I help my father to his room while Brennon gathers the dishes. He’s promised to make steak later for my dad when he wakes up from his nap.
“You seem happy here,” Dad remarks as he kicks off his shoes in the guest bedroom. Brennon has made it clear that he’s welcome to stay as long as he wants.
“I am happy,” I quickly reassure him. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I only wish Mom were here.”
He gives my hand a squeeze. “She is. Any time you’re happy, she’s smiling down on you.”
“Then she’s always with me,” I answer, thinking of how happy I am all the time. I press a kiss to his cheek. “You sleep now, and when you wake up, we’ll make you dinner. All your favorites.”
“A man could get used to being waited on like this,” he chuckles as he settles on the bed, reaching for the quilt at the bottom.
“Well, get used to it because it’s happening every day,” I promise. I stay with him until his breathing goes shallow and his body relaxes. Then I slip from the room to find my husband.
He’s in the office, exactly where I expected him to be. The Abernathy company is nothing but rubble. It’s been picked clean by greedy companies that were eager to buy up the talent and the tech behind it.
But after talking about it, my dad and I asked Brennon to become the head of our company. He’s inheriting a mess, but if there’s any man up to the task, we know it’s him. He’ll do right by my father and the company. Most importantly, he’ll do right by his wife.
It’s not Brennon’s dream to run another company. He’s happy here in his cabin, building things and reading his books. But he promised to get the company in great shape before passing it off to the next CEO.
Brennon has already started building a workshop on the property. It’s for my father, but I suspect the two of them will spend most of their time out there together.
He peers at the computer screen, his gaze flicking between the spreadsheet on it and the spreadsheet up on his laptop. His plaid button-down is rolled up, revealing his thick, hairy forearms. I love the way his brows are crinkled in concentration and how he strokes his thick beard as he puzzles through the numbers.
I knock on the door to get his attention and grin when he looks up at me. “Excuse me, Mr. Abernathy, I have those reports you were looking for.”
He laughs then, a rich sound. After everything we’ve been through, I’m glad we can both laugh and play together. Because I definitely like playing with my mountain man.
He rounds the desk and picks me up. I’ve learned that he loves carrying me. It doesn’t matter if it’s just across the cabin, he’s always looking for an excuse to pull me close to his chest. Not that I can complain. I feel safest and happiest when I’m in my husband’s arms.
He settles me on the desk and instantly steps between my parted knees. I reach out and put a hand to his chest. There’s something I wanted to talk to him about and if he starts kissing me, we definitely won’t get any talking done. “I’ve been thinking. Well, thinking and talking with my dad. He was on board with this too.”
Brennon nods, focusing on my lips as I talk. He likes to do that a lot.
I fight a hot blush all over. I know what that look means, and I know the way it ends. Usually with me under my man, begging for his cock before screaming his name in ecstasy. “This is serious.”
He makes the gesture for an invisible halo above his head.
I roll my eyes. My husband is the dirtiest of sinners when he gets me alone, and I love every minute of it. “I want to take over the company. When you’ve set it to rights. We’d both like it to stay in the family.”
He tips my face up. “I…believe…in…you.”
“Does that mean you’ll be my mentor? It would mean lots of one-on-one sessions.” I reach for the waistband of his jeans, pulling out his already hard shaft. I stroke my fingers up and down it. “I’ll need lots of hands-on training.”
He groans, thrusting his hips forward.
“I’m taking that as a yes,” I tease.
I shouldn’t have teased him because the moment the words leave my lips, Brennon flips me around. He pulls up my skirt and yanks on my underwear until they rip. I’ve given up trying to get him to be gentle on my panties. He’s told me before he hates anything that keeps him from his pussy, so now I just figure extra panties into the budget every month.
