My plethora of shopping bags were in Ren’s bedroom.
And I was in Ren’s arms in his bed after he gave me two orgasms.
So. Totally. Good.
“Yeah, honey,” I muttered sleepily.
“No, baby,” he replied, pulling my back deeper into his front and nuzzling his face in my neck where he went on, “Ava and Luke’s thing. You and me. That history. You seemed okay tonight at dinner. I just wanna make sure that’s where you are, not what you want people to see.”
I closed my eyes.
Seriously.
So.
Totally.
Loved this man.
Then I opened them and turned my head to look at him.
“That’s done, Ren. I don’t even think about it anymore.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Nothing buried that will come out and bite either you or me?”
I bought this after burying what was between us for a year.
So I sought to pay up, and fast.
I turned a little in his arms and put my hand to his jaw. “That’s done. Now it’s just you and me. And honestly, cross my heart, I haven’t thought of it once since we had it out in a moderately priced motel in a small Colorado mountain town.”
I heard a deep, short chuckle before, “A moderately priced motel in a small Colorado mountain town?”
“AKA, my favorite place on earth.”
His body went still.
Then his mouth growled, “Ally.”
Right after, that mouth was on mine, I was on my back and Ren was on me.
I guessed we weren’t settling in to sleep.
Righteous.
Chapter Eighteen
Love Was in the Air
I sat on Ren’s kitchen counter, Ren standing between my legs, our happy places touching, my phone ringing in my ear, my eyes on my man.
Mom answered, “Hello?”
“Hey Mom. You got two seconds?” I asked.
“Yes, he’s invited to dinner tomorrow, Ally.”
I bit my lip and gave big eyes to Ren.
Her knowing Ren and I were back together wasn’t a surprise. I was thirty-two, but she’d been in my business since I was born, and as far as she could be, never got out. Even so, it wasn’t exactly a secret, what with Ren charging me at Fortnum’s and us being at the rehearsal dinner together. Her informants were in attendance at both of these events. And her informants were big on informing.
I let my lip go and asked quietly, “You sure?”
“You love him?” she asked back.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then your father and I best get to know him.”
So totally told you my mom was the shit.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“See you in a few hours, honey.”
