“Nope,” he says immediately. When I give him a questioning look, he explains. “I would never have pushed myself to win. I would never have questioned myself. I would never have gotten a St. Michael necklace and started an internet search that changed my entire career path.”
“Oh.” I smile and he smiles back, but his is all wicked triumph.
“Funny, isn’t it, how you can have this path charted and be so sure it’s what you’ve got to follow, then you look back and laugh your ass off at how wrong it was for you all along?”
I smirk, but don’t have any witty comeback. Damnit, he’s right.
He walks us over to the couch and presses me down onto it. “So, you were talking about a celebration?” he murmurs, kissing down my neck, but getting blocked by my heavy winter sweater and turtleneck.
I tug my sweater off and wrap my arms around him. “What are you thinking?” I ask, trying to keep my head. It’s not easy with the man I love tugging at my clothes.
“What can I do to convince you to stay with me all night?” Ryan’s voice rasps against my ears.
I let my eyes drift up. I try to concentrate on the slated white boards of the ceiling. I try swallowing the moan that threatens to escape my lips. I try to focus on anything other than the hot press of Ryan’s lips on my throat.
I fail at this one simple task.
“I think you’re doing it,” I whisper.
“Hattie, I’ve missed you so damn much,” he says, and I know where he’s going, but I jump in before he can finish.
I’ve been enough of a coward. He’s been braver than I could have imagined, and he’s only going to get more spectacular. I know that. If I want to bring my A game to this relationship, I’m going to have to start right now.
I press my lips to his and we start to tear at each other’s clothes. I pull back, panting, and say it. I finally say the words I’ve needed to say to him for so long.
“Ryan Byrne, I love you.”
He sucks his breath in hard, closes his eyes, and shakes his head. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words. I love you.”
It’s not the last time we say it. And, just like I promised, I stay with him all night. But this time I know I’m tied to this man, heart and soul, for every day and night from now on.
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Liz grew up on the East Coast, and Steph on the West Coast—and somehow they both ended up making their homes with their husbands and children in small, Southern towns.
Liz loves Raisinettes, even if they aren't really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter's incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.
You can read her blog at elizabethreinhardt.blogspot.com, like her on Facebook, or email her at [email protected].
Steph has one husband, four children, and a serious nail polish obsession. When she isn't reading, writing or wiping someone's nose, you can usually find her baking something.
You can find Steph on Facebook, @stephcampbell_ on Twitter, stephcampbell.blogspot.
More books by Liz Reinhardt & Steph Campbell:
LENGTHS (Lengths series #1)
DEPTHS (Lengths series #2)
LIMITS (Lengths series #3)
A TOAST TO THE GOOD TIMES
Books by Liz Reinhardt:
DOUBLE CLUTCH
JUNK MILES
SLOW TWITCH
INHERIT
FORGIVING TRINITY
FALL GUY
PERFECTLY UNMATCHED
Books by Steph Campbell:
DELICATE
GROUNDING QUINN
BEAUTIFUL THINGS NEVER LAST
MY HEART FOR YOURS (With jolene perry)
MY FATE FOR YOURS (WITH JOLENE PERRY)
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