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Dyllan couldn’t believe what he was seeing and that it was his wife that had created such an incredible transformation.
“Dyllan? What are you doing here?” Skylar’s soft voice rang out from behind him.
Turning, he took in her appearance and was struck again with just how gorgeous she really was. Dressed in a black tank top, denim jeans and Keds, with blonde hair piled on top of her head and no makeup, she looked more beautiful now than she did in Vegas.
“Dyllan?” She repeated, shaking him out of his trance.
“I, uh, brought you dinner,” he stuttered, holding up the bag in his hand.
“You did?” Her eyes widened as she took a step toward him, reaching out to take the coffee from him.
“Yeah, you weren’t home when I finished with work, so I figured you’d still be here. Is that okay?” Suddenly unsure he did the right thing, Dyllan rubbed the back of his neck as he studied her. He breathed a sigh of relief when a wide smile crossed her face.
“It’s perfect. I was just about to take a break anyway.” She led him over to one of the tables that she hadn’t yet decorated. She motioned for him to sit while she pulled out a chair for herself. “What did you bring? It smells amazing.”
“Burgers from the diner,” he answered, unpacking boxes of food.
Skylar moaned, the sound going straight to his cock. There were only two things she made that noise for—sex and food—and sadly, sex was not on the table right now. His cock didn’t seem to get the message, jumping to attention at the sound.
“How did you know that’s what I’ve wanted all day? I was tempted to call Sheila up and have her set one aside for me, but I’ve been so busy that I never got the chance.” She took a bite of her burger, closing her eyes and moaning again.
These burgers turned out to be the best and worst decision I could’ve made.
Since he’d moved Skylar into his house, she’d been so busy with Kade and the wedding that he’d barely seen her, let alone been able to make love to her again. It was killing him knowing that each night she’d been in his bed, woken up in his arms, but there wasn’t much else he’d been able to do. She either came home after he was asleep or had been too tired to do anything other than fall right into bed.
He wondered if this was normal for her, and if so, how she kept going.
“You’ve done an amazing job,” he commented, biting into a fry. “I didn’t know a barn could look like this.”
“Oh, yes. Barns are one of my favourite types of weddings to do!” she exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee. “I love the rustic but homey feel.”
“Where’s everyone else?” he asked, snatching another fry.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Don’t you have a team or something that helps you?” He grabbed his burger in his hand, bringing it to his mouth as he asked.
“Oh, that,” she said quietly, averting her gaze. “I don’t have a team. Not anymore.”
“What?” He couldn’t help his voice from rising as he looked at her, dropping his burger back into the box. “What do you mean you don’t have a team? How do you do all this by yourself?”
“Well, I did have a team, but I lost it when I lost my company. I can’t say I didn’t have any help at all. Brody and Zach were here earlier helping me hang the drapery and the chandelier before they had to go back to their jobs. Kade and Lila are at the bakery, but it’s fine. Once they were up, the rest was easy.” She shrugged.
“Easy,” he scoffed, looking around the room. The image of her on high ladders wrapping the lights around the pillars filled his brain. The thought of her rolling each table and setting it up, unloading every chair; it wasn’t that she wasn’t capable, she obviously was, but the thought of her doing this alone riled him up. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“You were working, Dyllan. I can’t ask you to drop everything for me when I need help.” She rolled her eyes as she took another bite of her burger.
“I’m your husband; that’s exactly what you do.” He leaned closer to her, letting him breathe in her sweet coconut scent.
“Dyllan, don’t be ridiculous. This is my job; it’s what I do. I can’t ask you to do that.” She gave him a sideways glare as she took a bite of her burger.
“You aren’t asking me; I’m telling you to do that.” He leaned in closer, his voice firm.
Putting her burger back in its box, she turned and glared at him. “You can’t just tell me what to do, especially with my job.”
“I can when it means you could break your neck doing it yourself.” His heart raced as she stared him down with narrowed eyes. She was the only one that could infuriate him and turn him on with a single look. “I’m going to help you finish this.”
“You’re impossible,” she ground out.
