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Grampa cleared his throat. I’d have bet anybody a hundred bucks he wasn’t as hard of hearing as he let on and had heard every word Chris just said to me.
“So, Chris,” he said. “I was just asking my granddaughter why I’ve been seeing your car in the driveway so much lately, and yet you haven’t stopped by to say hi.”
Chris straightened as if caught, then he relaxed his shoulders and grinned. “Didn’t realize you wanted to see my ugly mug more than you already do here at the Sparks, Jackson. I’ll make sure to stop by next time.”
Grampa nodded. “Good, but I noticed you ignored the most important part.”
Chris looked between Grampa and me. He raised his eyebrows at me, and I knew he was asking permission. I nodded. Grampa already seemed to know anyway, so what could it hurt.
“You keep seeing my car there, because . . .” Chris looked at me, grinning. “I’m pitching woo.”
“Oh my God,” I said.
“I’m sweet on your granddaughter, and I’m doing my best to woo her.”
Chris and his old-fashioned terms. I laughed, and I could feel my face heat up at the idea that it was really out in the open now, at least with Grampa.
“That’s alright isn’t it, Jackson?”
Grampa laughed. “It’s not up to me, is it. As long as Sav wants you around, woo away. About damn time, too.” He looked genuinely happy about it. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him for a hug that he eagerly returned.
Then Chris said, “Now that you know about it . . .” He reached for me over the counter and pulled me into a quick kiss. “Don’t have to avoid doing that at the Sparks anymore, do I?”
He still glanced around to make sure no customers were paying attention. I guessed it was one thing to be open about it in front of Grampa, but other people who might notice were something different.
“Have you told Sean the good news?” Grampa asked.
“No. And Jackson, I’d appreciate if you kept it to yourself for a while yet, too. I’m working on a way to bring it up.”
Grampa took a deep breath. “Alright. But remember, he’s your best friend, Christopher. And you’ve always been like family.” He clapped Chris on the shoulder and headed off to arrange a display. Chris kissed me quickly again, and I wanted to talk to him about it, but one of his men called for him from upstairs.
I returned to work, creating content for our social media channels and weekly newsletter. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime. Penny and I had to skip our lunch date because she was meeting with a client, so I left and grabbed some sandwiches for everyone.
The guys were surprised and thankful when I brought them upstairs. Chris beamed, and I could feel the affection and warmth pouring off him during our interaction.
I wished we could have snuck off to someplace private and spent a little time together.
I left the men to their work and disappeared into my office where I focused on organizing all the papers on the desk, ensuring all completed projects were put away. I took a short break to check my phone and respond to notifications on Instagram. People liked my recent photo and commented on how cute my chalkboard art was.
I’d knocked a paper off the front of my desk and gotten up to get it while looking at my phone. As I straightened, arms wrapped around me from behind, making me jump and squeal. A familiar chuckle sounded in my ear, and I relaxed against Chris’s chest.
“You didn’t need to scare me like that,” I said, swatting his arm.
He pressed his lips against my cheek and smiled. “I was missing you,” he whispered. “Wishing I could have my girl in my arms again.”
He gripped my hips and tugged me backward until my ass met his crotch. I could feel the distinct pressure of his erection in his jeans. I hummed thoughtfully. “You’re going to get us caught,” I joked, eager to see his reaction.
He rubbed his nose against my neck and smelled my hair. “I’d be okay with that,” he said. My heart soared. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
His.
I was his.
He pulled back enough to spin me around. My arms went around his neck. He planted a soft kiss on my lips that almost turned my knees to jelly.
“I need to be inside you again,” he murmured. “It’s all I think about.”
I glanced over his shoulder, and no one was within eyesight. “I want that too,” I admitted. “I ache for you.”
