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Sawyer dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I guess we’re going house hunting in Vermont then.”

Morgan leaned back to look up at his face. “Are you sure you want to leave Rhode Island?”

“I’m sure I want to be wherever you are. Driving four hours away from you today went against instinct.”

“Flying to you felt totally right,” she said, kissing his whiskered chin.

“We’ll find a great place together in Vermont,” he said. “A place Nia can call a home too.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I can’t begin to appropriately thank you for coming here and speaking to Carina on my behalf. I think it made all the difference to changing her mind about full custody.”

“I knew she wanted what was best for Nia. Having access to both of her parents is what’s best.”

“Not quite,” Sawyer said. “What’s best for my daughter is having access to all the people who care about her. That includes you.”

“And Alan. He wanted to do what was right too.”

“And Austin and Charlie. And Cody and Lawrence. And Teddy. And my teammates. I don’t see how my kid can lose with all these people looking out for her.”

“I guess you’re not the only one who can charm the masses,” Morgan joked.

“Lundin DNA.” Sawyer pressed quick yet potent kisses to Morgan’s jaw then to her mouth. “It’s charming.” In one swift move, he scooped up Morgan, making her release a surprised squeal. “Let me refresh your memory on how charming.” He took off down a long hallway and stopped at a set of open double doors.

“The master bedroom,” Morgan whispered. “Just in time.”

Sawyer stepped into the room and set her on the huge, king-sized bed. Looking around, Morgan took in the pale blue comforter and plump white pillows resting against a chunky, wooden headboard. Two bedside tables made from the same wood stood on either side of the bed with tall lamps atop them. A matching dresser lined the wall to the left of the bed. The wall across from the bed was made entirely of windows with French doors in the center that led to a deck.

She wandered over to the doors, Sawyer following behind her.

“Too dark to see right now, but you can hear it, can’t you?” He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her back against his front.

“The ocean, yes.” She turned in his hold. “Won’t you miss a view like that if you move to Vermont with me?”

His smile slowly widened as his gaze combed over her face. “With a view like this to take its place?” He kissed her. “Hell no.”

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Sawyer hadn’t expected to have Morgan in his Rhode Island bedroom. The best ending he’d imagined for today involved Carina giving up on the full custody situation. While he was eternally grateful things had swung that way for him, he couldn’t begin to describe how much luckier he felt knowing he hadn’t had to give up Morgan in the deal.

In fact, he’d gained the opportunity to live with this glorious creature currently unbuttoning his flannel shirt and peeling it off his shoulders. A feeling even better than when he scored a goal for the Anchors coursed through him as he tugged Morgan’s sweater off and tossed it to the ground. He couldn’t wait to get to that house hunting in Vermont and make love to her in every single room of the place.

But first, he had some serious lovemaking in this house on tonight’s schedule.

Sawyer made a move to remove the shirt Morgan had on under the sweater, but she stopped him.

“I’ll be right back.”

His gaze tracked her as she jogged down the hallway toward his living room. Generally speaking what he wanted to do next involved her being in the same room as him. He couldn’t deny, however, that watching her ass in those tight black leggings made his dick unbelievably happy.

He stepped into the hallway, but Morgan appeared again with her purse.

“I have condoms in here,” he said, backing up as she walked into his bedroom.

She gave him a little smile. “I figured.” Plunging a hand into her purse after she rested it on his dresser, she said, “But you probably don’t have these in here.”

Slowly, she lifted her hand out of the purse. Sparkly, purple fabric was attached to it and Sawyer instantly recognized what it was.

“You brought the scarves?” He grabbed the other end once it cleared her purse and gave it a little yank so Morgan had to step toward him.

“All four of them.” She let go of her end of the purple scarf then fished out the other three, spreading them out on the bed. She pressed her body against his, her knee coming up to gently rub against his cock.