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“I think…I mean, if you’re okay with it…I’m okay with it.” I wring my hands together.
His brows crease as I struggle to find the words. His hands circle around my back to pull me close. “What is it?”
“We can move back to the house.”
“Are you sure?” He brushes my hair from my forehead.
“More than sure. Enough time has passed, and it’s just a house, right? We can make it our own.”
“If that’s what you want, then I’m all in.”
“Except the bed.”
“We’ll set fire to the bed,” he confirms.
I rise on my tiptoes to kiss his lips and bring my mouth to his ear. “I’ve had several fantasies involving you and the bench seat in the master bath. Even before I knew the house was yours,” I whisper.
“Rosie. Get your ass back in this bed.”
“Can’t!” I squeal and push out of his arms. My thundering footsteps pound down the stairs, Rhett hot on my heels. “Tommy needs breakfast!”
I shriek as he catches me, dipping me low for another searing kiss.
“God, I love you,” he mutters against my mouth. I pull back just far enough to witness the look of love in his eyes, one I’ve never seen directed at me before in my life.
“I love you too, Rhett Senova.”
Later that same night…
Evie
The minute I picked up Caiti from the airport, I knew something was wrong. Grief stole a chunk of her vibrancy, but she hid the depth of her pain through months of phone calls and texts. Sitting in a rowdy bar environment and pounding shots like water is a woman I’ve never met before. Drowning in her grief. Masking the depth of her pain.
“We should probably head home,” I shout to be heard above the chatter as the inkling of a headache splits my skull.
Rhett stands at my side, nursing a drink while talking to the bartender. He arrived forty minutes ago to drive us home, but Caiti refuses to budge. I don’t miss the way a quiet Dane steals concerned glances at my sister.
She grimaces with her latest shot. “You can leave if you’d like. I’m going to stay.”
“My head hurts,” I try to guilt her.
“Take a pill,” she mutters.
“Caiti. Something isn’t right.”
“Nothing is right,” she snaps back and flicks her empty shot glass across the bar top. “Give me another!”
I glance helplessly at the two observant men. Dane grabs the bottle of vodka and fills her glass.
“Last one for a while, miss. I’ll get you a water.”
“You can’t do that!” Caiti argues on the edge of belligerence.
Dane sets an icy highball glass filled to the brim in front of her before leaning his elbows against the bar. “I can because I’m the owner.”
“Killjoy,” she mutters beneath her breath, provoking a rare smirk from him.
Rhett latches onto my elbow and gestures for me to come with him.
