Page 159 of Let Me Love You

She squeals, then rolls off me and stands. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.” I shake my head.

We had breakfast less than two hours ago.

“Did you tell Annie?”

I nod, then replay the conversation.

“I don’t blame her, you know,” Everleigh says. “I have an overbearing brother who gets concerned a lot too. It can be a bit much.”

“But at least you know our intentions are sincere.”

“Yes, I do.” She flashes a sweet smile. “So what kinda dog do you wanna get?”

“A Doberman,” I say without having to think about it. “We need a guard dog. One that can rip heads off intruders.”

She snorts. “They’re big babies. Trust me. A friend of mine had one growing up, and let's just say, Sassy is more ferocious.”

I chuckle. “Ours would be different.”

“Yeah, right! What about a chocolate lab?”

“You said Sassy needs a friend. What about a husky?” I suggest.

“Hmm. Can we get more than one?” She blinks up at me.

“No way! We can’t have three dogs. We wouldn’t have enough time for that. We’ll just have to take some time thinking it over since it’ll be our first baby together.”

Everleigh beams. “Or we could just make a real baby?”

I lean over and kiss her. “You’re the only woman in the world I’d have kids with, but not yet.”

“Alright, I can live with that.” Everleigh paints her lips across mine. “Wanna practice?”

I groan, wishing we could. “I have to go back for my afternoon sessions…”

“Hmm, I think you can fit an extra one in right now.” She waggles her brow, making it impossible to deny her.

“Fuck yeah, I can. But it’s gonna be a quickie.”

Everleigh removes my clothes, then hers, then within seconds, she’s straddling my legs. We move together flawlessly and give each other exactly what we need. She always knows how to take my mind off things because right now, all I can think about is her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

EVERLEIGH

Ding.

I jump for the millionth time when the door chimes and a customer walks in. I can’t complain because it’s a sound I’ll never get tired of hearing, especially now since the shop re-opened last week.

Lexie shoots me a concerned expression, but I look away and greet the woman who came in.

After helping her find some lovely tops and accessories, I ring her up. I notice the way she looks at me and grow suspicious. When the store is empty, I sigh in relief.

“You doin’ okay? You’ve been jumpy,” Lexie says.

I inhale slowly and relax my shoulders. “I’ve just been on edge lately. After the fire and the weird text messages Archer keeps getting, I’m feeling anxious.”