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Lachlan leans back in his chair and his entire body relaxes. He speaks for all of us, his voice full of emotion, “Thanks Dad.”
“Now,” Dad waves his hand with a smile on his face, “I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around here with me. Maybe go talk to your lady.”
I have never bolted from Dad’s office faster than I do right now. Hell yes, I have a woman to go and sweep off her feet.
CHAPTER 15
LACHLAN
Is my plan devious? Yes. It’s probably also more than a little wrong. But that’s not going to stop me.
How I’m going to get Lennon to move into our place has been on my mind for the last few days. Even when I’ve been spending time with her, which has been happening more and more, I’ve been trying to come up with a way to make it happen.
Knowing our parents have our backs has made the urgent need I have for her to be in our home with us feel even more important. I want to wake up with her every morning. I want to cook her breakfast and go to and from work with her. I want to snuggle up on the couch with her.
Hell, I’ll endure one of the black and white movies she apparently loves, just so I can hold her in my arms. No matter what we’re watching, I have a feeling I’d be more focused on her anyway.
I haven’t told my brothers what I’m planning to do. They’d kick my ass if I told them. They would be well within their rights to do so.
Maybe this is because I haven’t gotten the chance to have any more alone time with her and I’m acting out because of it. Or maybe I’m just ready to do what needs to be done to get our woman where she belongs.
To pass the time, I think about all the interactions we’ve had in the last few days. I’ve been soaking them all up and treasuring them. Every time I get close to her it feels like my body is pulling me even closer. I’m driven by the need to touch her. The need to be close to her.
How the hell did we manage to know what she was to us and not have her in our arms for so long?
When she greets me, there’s a hint of shyness in her voice now, while she gives me a smile that’s just for me. It’s pure fucking sunshine and forces me to give into the need to get closer to her.
That shyness has been there since we told her about the conversation we had with dad. I wasn’t sure about telling her right away, but Jordan and Kemp insisted on it, and I was out voted. She was shocked and pissed at first, but at least she listened to what we had to say.
I think she was more surprised he didn’t have a problem with us being together and already had his own suspicions. When we told her that Abigail suspected about what was going on between us as well, she blinked at us with her mouth hanging open for so long I started to get concerned.
She sputtered, “I can’t believe you would go and talk to him without even letting me know before you did it.” The fire in her eyes told me exactly how angry she was. “You can’t just make those kinds of decisions without my input,” she snarled while looking right at me.
“I wasn’t going to let you be our dirty little secret, Lennon,” I tried to reason with her. “I also wasn’t going to allow someone else to go to him with half-truths or lies. I knew he would respect us going to him first, no matter how he felt about the situation.”
“That wasn’t only your decision to make, Lachlan,” my name sounded like pure filth coming from her lips in that moment.
“I’m not saying it didn’t concern you,” I tried to placate her which only had her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked at me. “I was afraid you’d run if we talked to you about it first,” I admitted softly.
I swear she softened toward me for about half a second before she shored up her resolve and straightened her spine. “I’m sure you’re going to argue that it all worked out and I don’t have anything to be upset about.”
“It did all work out,” I winced slightly as I spoke, knowing it was not the right thing to say, even though it was true.
“Not the fucking point at all and you know it.” She slammed her hands down on her hips as she started to pace her office. I’ve never seen her look sexier as she muttered to herself and waved her hand in my direction. When she stopped and whirled around to face me, I could feel the threat before she launched it at me. “If you ever do something like that again, Lachlan, I will find a way to torture you. Slowly.”
I swear our woman looked me over like she was trying to find a weak spot. When her eyes landed on my crotch, my balls threatened to reverse and find a home inside of my body. They ached at even the implication that she would take her anger and annoyance out on them.
We spent the weekend together, but she held herself back from me. I gave her some room, but not much. As we hung out in our house, it was impossible to put a lot of distance between us. I also didn’t push her into forgiving me before she was ready.
When she sat down next to me Sunday night and eyed me out of the corner of her eye, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side. I whispered against her hair, “Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes.” I would have believed her if there was any real heat behind the word. Then she melted against me and sighed. “No,” she admitted begrudgingly. “I just don’t need you to make those kinds of decisions for me. I’m my own person. I would have listened to your argument had you let me in on your thought process. I might have even agreed.”
The rest of the night was pure fucking bliss. Even if I didn’t get to bury myself in her body. I’m in no rush, just being close to her was enough.
Which means manipulating the situation with her apartment is probably a really fucking bad idea. I know it, but it’s already done. I’ll pull out all the stops to get our woman where she belongs.
She should be getting the phone call about her building any minute. Considering my brothers and I own the property; it wasn’t difficult to make this work in our favor. Is forcing the building to undergo an unnecessary and large-scale fumigation really that big of a deal?
