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“Oh,” she sighed breathily, her hand smoothing over his chest. “In that case, let’s start the celebration right here.”
“I love the way you think.”
****
Ten days later, Sienna was back in Durham, but this time, Mick was with her.
Taping up the last of her boxes, she realized she felt a little sad. This had been her home for the last ten years and it felt weird knowing she wouldn’t be coming back to it. It was small, and it wasn’t professionally decorated, but it had been hers.
“I think this is the last of it,” Mick said as he walked into the room and looked around. “These guys were great.” He nodded to the pile of boxes in front of her. “Are you ready for them to take these?”
She nodded and he must have sensed something was wrong because she was instantly in his arms. “I’m not regretting this,” she told him. “I guess I’m more sentimental than I thought.”
“That’s one of the things I love about you,” he whispered. “You made this a home, Sienna. I’ve never done that before.” Tucking a finger under her chin, he gently forced her to look at him. “Promise me you’ll do that for us—that you’ll make it a home.”
“I really love the sound of that.”
“Me too,” he said before kissing the tip of her nose. “Come on. Let’s let the movers finish up. Then we just need to drop the keys with the real estate agent and we can head to the hotel.”
They were staying one more night and then flying back to L.A. in the morning. Mick had chartered a flight for them, and as much as she felt like it was a frivolous expense, part of her secretly enjoyed it.
And clearly, he did too.
On their way back to the hotel, they talked about their travel plans and how they felt everything with the move had gone, and it was just all nice and... normal. It felt good to have this chapter behind them and know that once they landed in California, that they were staying put for a while.
They were riding the elevator up to their floor when Mick reached for her hand. “I figured you would be pretty worn out by the time we got back here, so I made arrangements for room service.”
“Aww... thank you.” Smiling at him, she rested her head on his shoulder. “I really am beat. I know the movers did all the hard stuff, but I think I’m just mentally exhausted. Between our vacation and then prepping for the move and now the actual move, it’s all catching up to me. I’ll be happy to finally settle in at your place.”
“Our place,” he corrected.
That made her smile. “Our place.”
In the room, Sienna immediately started to strip. At the shocked look on Mick’s face, she waved him off. “Nothing sexy about this. I’m just sweaty and tired and desperately want a shower.” She kicked her sneakers to the side as she pulled her shirt up over her head. “Actually, I would have loved to soak in a nice hot tub, but... that’s not gonna happen.”
Even though there were plenty of luxury hotels in the area, Sienna had refused to let him book one. It was already late and they were literally only going to be there to sleep, so she had convinced Mick that it was okay to stay at a regular hotel for one night—without the five-star amenities.
Now she was regretting it.
“You can soak tomorrow night for as long as you want,” he assured her as he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on for her. “Go and relax and dinner should be up soon.” With a quick kiss, he added, “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
The hot spray felt so damn good and as much as she would have preferred a bath, this was doing the trick. And considering that hotels never ran out of hot water, she knew she could stay in there for as long as she needed.
At some point, however, Mick knocked on the door. “Sienna? You okay in there?”
“Um... yeah. Sorry. I lost track of time.”
“No worries, love. Dinner’s on its way up, so I just wanted to let you know.”
“Okay,” she told him as she turned off the water. It took almost ten minutes for her to get out, dry off, and moisturize herself from head to toe, before she forced herself to leave the steamy comfort of the bathroom. But when she did...
The room was bathed in candlelight. Soft music was playing. There was a beautifully set table with a dozen roses set in a crystal vase in the middle of it.
“What is happening right now?” she whispered.
Mick stepped forward, looking utterly dashing—something she couldn’t quite comprehend since he’d been as big of a mess as she was earlier—and held out his hand to her.
