“You have a nice place,” he tells me.
“Thanks, it’s not much, but it’s enough for me. The open floor plan, kitchen, eat-in kitchen or dining room, whichever you prefer, then the living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms. I do like the fact that each bedroom has its own bathroom. Out back, through the door, there is a nice little patio, so when I am home and have time, I have a place to sit outside.”
“It’s cute. I wouldn’t expect anything more for you,” he tells me, pulling me into his arms and giving me a soft kiss.
When he pulls back, he asks, “Do you want to go through the security footage tonight?”
“No. I meant what I said to the team, we should all do something to clear our minds of cases. I suggest we watch a movie together, what do you think?” I ask him.
“I like that idea,” he says with a smile.
“Good, you go stream through and see what interests you and I’ll get our coffees,” I tell him.
He kisses my lips one more time before walking into the living room, sitting on the couch, and grabbing the remote.
I take down two coffee cups from the cupboard and pour our coffee. I make mine just how I like with sugar and creamer, and I know Shane takes his black.
I take the cups to the living room, where Shane is waiting for me, and pass him his before sitting down next to him.
“What did you decide?” I ask.
“I figured a comedy was in order, so how about the greatest movie of all time, ‘Tommy Boy’?” he asks.
“I have not seen that movie in ages, that’s perfect,” I tell him.
He hits start, and I move in between his legs so I can lay my head on his chest. I don’t know when I fell asleep, one minute I was laughing, and the next, I could feel Shane picking me up and carrying me to bed.
He helps me get undressed, but as soon as we are cuddled up together under the covers, I’m out, and I don’t wake again until my alarm goes off at seven am.
I roll over and turn it off, stretching, and then I hear Shane ask, “Did you sleep well last night?”
“I did? Did you?” I ask, nervous if he didn’t.
“With you in my arms, I can sleep like the dead. Prior to you, I never really felt like I slept,” he tells me honestly, and I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.
“Go take a shower, I’ll make the coffee this morning,” Shane tells me, and I lean over to give him a good morning kiss, which he deepens, then breaks off. “Go, or neither one of us is getting any work done today.”
I laugh because he is probably right. I start the shower while he starts the coffee. I quickly wash up, get out, and dry off. I walk into my closet, and because I will be working from home, I opt to wear a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
I towel dry my wet hair, then run a comb through it, deciding to leave it down today to air dry instead of putting it up.
I walk out into the kitchen. “Shane, you can get in the shower now before we start,” I say as I grab my coffee cup Shane made off the counter and take a sip. “Wow,” I say, loving the taste.
“Wow, is right. You look hot,” Shane says, causing me to turn around. “I didn’t realize your hair is so long. It’s beautiful, and you definitely know how to rock some jeans.”
I giggle, this man sure knows how to make me feel special and hot.
“Go get in the shower, Heath should be here soon,” I tell him with a smile.
“Yeah, work, right,” he says, sounding very distracted, and I love that I can do that to him.
I don’t know what our future holds with him in Boston and me here, but I want this, and I know there has to be a way for us to make it all work, that is if he wants to, I think to myself.
I hear a knock on the door, and I know it’s Heath, so I walk over and answer, allowing him to come in.
“Oh, do you have one of those for me?” he asks, though he should know better.
“You know where it’s at,” I tell him, walking over to the dining room table.
“You left your hair down today, I like it. You should do that more often,” Heath tells me.
“No, it would only get in the way at work,” I tell him honestly as I insert a thumb drive.
“Where is McHotty? Did you wear him out, that he has to sleep longer?” Heath asks.
“No, we both slept last night, and he is currently in the shower,” I tell him.
“So, you didn’t christen the house or your bed?” he asks, shocked.
“No, we watched a movie, and I fell asleep.”
“Boring,” he says, feigning a yawn. “I got mine last night.”
“That I had no doubt about,” I tell him with a chuckle.
Chapter Eighteen
