She nodded as the tears fell, running down her cheeks.
“You are all that I want, too.”
“Are you sure about that? Do you want to tell me why you didn’t mention that you were meeting with Carl? Is there something going on there that I should know about?”
She shook her head. “There is nothing going on there. I wouldn’t lie to you, Chewy, you know that. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I promise to tell you why I met him when I see you. Can you trust me on that?”
“Of course, I can. If you tell me there’s nothing to worry about there, then that’s all I need to hear. But that goes both ways. I’m telling you that you have nothing to worry about, so you need to trust that.”
“I’m not a Hollywood movie star,” she said, and her voice was all tease.
“You’re everything, Miney.”
Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head to the side. “So are you, Finn Reynolds.”
“Well, it looks like we’re finally on the same page. And now we’ve got to wait ten more days until I get to see you.”
“Ten days. We’ve got this. You probably need to get some sleep. You must be exhausted.”
“How about you do me a favor?” I asked, my voice heavy in desperate need of sleep, yet I wasn’t ready to hang up with her.
“Anything.”
“Take me on a ride down to the water.”
She chuckled and pushed to her feet. “That’s easy enough. I’ve missed our rides.”
“I’ve missed them, too.”
“Take me to the last place I was buried inside you, and you rode me with that white cowboy hat on your head and nothing else. Tits bouncing, lips parted,” I said, and she gasped before holding her finger to her lips. “Good morning, Silas. I’m just chatting with Finn in Tokyo.”
“I can see that,” the man said as he barked out a laugh. “Your girl is three shades of red, Reynolds.”
“Didn’t know we had an audience,” I said as I waggled my brows at Reese through the phone.
“Okay, give me a minute to get saddled up,” she said, and I was fairly certain she tucked the phone into her cleavage, and I groaned. The phone moved, and she faced it out as she started trotting through the grassy field toward the pines and the water.
“Sorry about that,” I said over my laughter when she turned the phone to face her.
“That’s okay, you big perv. We’re alone now. Tell me all the things you miss.”
And that was exactly what I did.
We laughed, and we talked, and she sat on the beach with me until my eyes grew heavy, then we said our goodbyes.
And I fell asleep dreaming of home.
Dreaming of Reese.
One month away had felt like an eternity. But I’d continued sending texts all day long, finding photos that I knew she would love and sending her gifts that would make her smile at least once a day.
But we’d spent the last ten days FaceTiming when I’d get off work. It had helped to see her beautiful face those last days we’d been apart, but nothing would compare to holding her in my arms.
Hell, I hadn’t had sex in a month, and I was horny as all get-out, but I didn’t even care about that at the moment. I just wanted her with me. Near me.
My world had been off-kilter these last few weeks, and Reese had a way of making everything better. I landed in San Francisco, and my brother-in-law, Maddox, had a helicopter waiting for me to fly me home so I could get there quicker. When I landed on the rooftop of Lancaster Press, I pushed the door open to see Reese running toward me.
Arms pumping, hair flying in the wind as she crashed into me on a whoosh, and I wrapped my arms around her. We just stood there, with the wind whipping around us, the pilot strolling past us with a chuckle as he moved toward the door to the building—and I just held my girl.
She pulled back and looked up at me. “I’m so happy you’re home.”
“Me, too,” I said, leaning down and kissing her hard. “Let’s get out of here.”
With my hand on the small of her back and my huge duffle slung over my shoulder, I guided her toward the door. We went down the back stairs and out to her car. She tossed me her keys because she knew I always preferred to drive.
All the way home, she asked endless questions about Tokyo and the cast that I’d been working with. I asked about the new client she’d taken on yesterday.
“They are such a cute family. It’s a second home for them, so they are pretty much giving me creative freedom.” She leaned her cheek against the seat and smiled at me. “I’m super excited that I get to do their kids’ rooms. Their son, Stephen, wants a superhero bedroom, and their daughter, Alicia, wants a rainbow room.”