I was mindful of the fact that Tate had practice the next morning, and I didn’t want him to be tired, so I tried to encourage him to sleep. But the man was indefatigable. He informed me that we had time to make up for and he didn’t plan on wasting any of it.
So after dinner—which I had made all by myself, thank you very much!—I showed Tate to my bedroom, where he laid on my bed while I explored his body at my leisure, using my hands, my tongue and my lips before I straddled him and rode him until both of us were spent again. A little later, we christened the shower, where Tate took me up against the tile while we drained the hot water heater.
“You know, our sex life before was good,” Tate remarked as we lay in bed again, drowsy and damp after the shower. “I mean, I don’t have any means of comparison, but I was more than happy. But this . . . it feels different. Not bad,” he rushed to add. “Not bad at all. The opposite. Nothing was wrong before, but tonight was incredible. There’s a different dimension. It’s deeper. Richer.”
I smiled against his chest, where my cheek lay pressed into him. “I know. I think maybe I was always holding back. Not consciously, but I was expecting the other shoe to fall the whole time.”
“But not anymore?” Tate’s voice held a tentative note.
“Not at all. I’m all in, baby, so you’re stuck with me.” I nuzzled his neck and was rewarded with his deep chuckle.
“I can think of worse things.”
We were silent for a minute, Tate’s fingers playing with my hair. The light from my bedside table gleamed from the rim of his watch, catching my eye. I circled his wrist, tracing the band.
“Do you know, I always loved that you wore a watch. It’s just such a Tate thing. A little old-fashioned, but it suits you. When you pick up your arm and look down to check the time, it is one of the sexiest things ever.”
“Really?” Tate sounded amused. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Whenever I want to turn you on, I’ll just let you know what time it is.”
“Oooooh, baby,” I cooed, giggling. “You know what I like.”
“Yeah, I do.” He pinched my ass, making me wriggle and laugh. “Hey, by the way, did you talk to Quinn?”
I sighed. “She called today to talk about their engagement party. They aren’t making any formal plans yet, because they don’t want to jinx the off-season.” The Richmond Rebels were likely to clinch a play-off berth, and Quinn and Leo had decided not to set the date for their official engagement party until the Rebels’ season had ended, whenever that might be.
“Yeah, Leo told me the same thing.” Tate was quiet for a minute. “He asked me if I’d heard anything from you. I kind of evaded the question.”
I bent my leg so that my thigh brushed over Tate’s. “I didn’t say anything to Quinn. I know you don’t get why I want to keep quiet about us for now. I’m just tired of being the friend who everyone feels sorry for.”
“Hey!” Tate tapped my chin to make me look up at him. “Are you saying that being with me makes you someone to be pitied?”
“No, not at all, silly.” I lifted myself up and kissed him. “But I think the others always assume I’m making bad decisions or getting into something without thinking it through.”
“But Zelda and Tuck know. They seem to approve of us.”
“Of course, they do. They love you, and that’s saying something, because Zelda thinks most men are suspect. But she thinks you’re adorable and sweet and wonderful.” I dropped another kiss on his lips, just for good measure. “Quinn’s different, though. Darla said something one day, when I’d been telling her about my friends. She said it sounded like we all think of Quinn as better than us, and she’s probably right. Zelda told me that she loves me, but she sees Quinn as the best person she knows. I guess I do, too.” I tickled Tate’s ribs. “Present company excluded, of course. You’re definitely up there near sainthood, too.”
“Not even close, babe. I’ve got tons of faults.” He rolled us over so that he lay over me, caging me with his arms, the muscles bulging and making the sleepy smolders of my desire reignite. “You’re right that I don’t understand why you’re dragging your feet on telling Quinn and Leo about us. But I’ll go along with you. As long as I get to end most of my days like this, with you looking so amazingly soft and kissable under me . . . I don’t care about anything else.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, and that was the last time either of us spoke for a while.
Chapter 21
Tate
The brick building I stood in front of had seen better days. Some of the windows were taped, and the paint on the front door was peeling. The term fixer upper sprang immediately to mind.
But it was mine, and to me, it was beautiful.
I glanced down at my watch, smiling a little as I always did when I looked at it. I never checked the time anymore without thinking of Gia. It had become a secret signal between the two of us; when we were out with other people or too far apart from each other to speak privately, I’d catch her eye and lift my arm with deliberate slowness to look down at my wrist. I was rewarded with her slow smile and hungry eyes . . . and we almost always went home fast after that.
Turning in a small circle, I surveyed the block. It was a work in progress, there was no doubt of that. But the restaurants on the corners were new and popular, with lines out the doors each Friday and Saturday night. Nearly all of the homes were in the process of being renovated or under contract to be sold. These were all good signs.
Daffodils and tulips bobbed their brightly-covered heads in the beds that lined the sidewalks. It was spring in Philadelphia, and I had to admit that life was pretty damn sweet. While my team hadn’t made it to the post-season, we’d played in the wildcard game and gotten close to winning. Last season had been a building year, and everyone had high hopes for this fall. The coaches and front office were happy with me, and I’d been signed to a five-year contract.
That was one reason I’d re-visited my idea to buy property. I was ready to put down roots and be settled. Pops’ health seemed to be good, and even living here in the city, I was only twenty minutes away from him. I could still handle his yard work and visit as much as I wanted. I’d mentioned the idea of him moving in with me here, but he’d balked, telling me he was happy in his own home, with his friends nearby. I could understand that.
“Hey, handsome. You looking for a good time?”
With a broad smile, I turned to see my girl approaching. Gia looked gorgeous, as she always did. Her hair shone in the warm sunshine, and the pretty dress she wore floated around her, just skimming her thighs half-way up. It made me want to sneak my hands up there and find out what she had on underneath.
She stepped into my arms as she always did now, without a second of hesitation. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, grateful as always that this amazing woman belonged to me.
Mine.
“I’m not looking for a good time, because I get all the good times I could ever want with my woman.” I slapped her lightly on the ass, making her jump and huff in pretended affront.
“Watch it, buddy. No handling the merchandise.” She smiled up at me. “So are you ready to show me this amazing place, or what?”
“Definitely.” I took her hand and unlocked the door, brushing off some of the paint so that it wouldn’t cling to Gia’s dress. “This place has been empty for a while, so be careful where you walk. It’s safe, but there could be glass or other stuff lying around.”
“Got it.” She gazed around as we stepped into the foyer. “Wow, look at this ceiling. It’s so high. And what’s that around the light?”
“It’s some kind of frou-frou architectural thing. I can’t remember what the real estate agent called it. But apparently, we should restore it and not get rid of it.” I led her into the living room, pointing toward the sliding glass door on the rear wall. “I talked to the contractor, and he said we could replace those sliders with French doors or even with floor-to-ceiling windows. It would be cool
to have that much sunlight, I think.” I tapped my shoe against the floor. “And see this? It’s hard wood, and it seems like it’s in good shape. We can just restore it.”
“Tate, it’s beautiful. Well, I mean, I can see that it will be.” She turned around, taking it all in. “I can see why you fell in love.”
“No, I fell in love with you.” I snagged her hand and pulled her close for a quick kiss. “The house is a place I think could work for us, for now at least.”
Gia looked at me with wide, unreadable eyes, nodding a little. I knew why I was tense about this; although I’d told Gia about this townhouse and why I was interested in buying property, and she’d responded with positive interest, I still remembered how freaked out she’d been a year ago when I’d broached the subject of buying a house for us.
“Let’s see the kitchen.”
I gave her the full tour, going through the kitchen, the formal dining room, the room I’d envisioned as an office . . . and then we climbed the steps to see the bedrooms.
“There’s so much room up here, and with it being a double house already, we have lots of options.” I pointed to one bedroom. “That could be an extra office, or a workout room or something. And we could have a couple of guest rooms, too.”
“This is amazing. What about the master bedroom?” She shot me a sauce look. “You know that’s the room I’m most interested in exploring.”
“Your wish, my command.” I led her to the back of the second floor, to a bedroom that took up the entire rear of that level. “I was thinking of a full bathroom with one of those big tubs, maybe with jets in it, and closets for each of us. And maybe a little sitting room, so you’d have a place to curl up and read if you wanted.”
“I can see it all.” She wrapped her arms around her middle and hugged herself. “Look at this—it’s a bay window. We could put in a window seat.”
My heart thudded happily. She liked it. She was talking in terms of we and ours. This was all good.
I stood behind Gia, sliding my arms around her waist as we looked out the window. “That’s a beautiful yard, too. We can put in flowers, and maybe even a vegetable garden.” She rested her head against my chest, leaning back with her hands over mine. “I love it, Tate. I really do.”
“So once all the work is done, will you move in here with me?” This was the million-dollar question.
“Try and stop me.” She turned in my embrace and stood on her toes to kiss me. She sighed, her arms loosely linked around my neck and her cheek over my heart, right where she belonged. “This is the perfect way to end the day.”
I ran my hands up her ribs, skimming my thumbs just below her boobs. “I can think of a couple of even better ways. And speaking of which, we should probably get ready to leave. There’s no electric turned on in here yet, so it’s going to get dark soon.”
We made our way carefully down the steps. Gia ventured over to gaze out at the backyard one more time.
“Oh, I made our reservation for the hotel today, for Quinn and Leo’s wedding.” She threaded her fingers with mine. “I can’t believe it’s coming up so fast.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Uh, babe, don’t you think we should tell them what’s happening with us? I mean, here we are, talking about moving in together. Making plans. I think it’s safe to spill the beans.”
“I know, I know,” she sighed. “But now if I tell Quinn, she’s going to be hurt that I didn’t do it sooner, and I don’t want her to be upset before the wedding. As soon as they come back from their honeymoon, I’ll tell her. I promise.”
Rare annoyance flared inside me, but I tamped it down, forcing myself to ignore it. “Fine.”
Gia tilted her head, glancing up at me. “Fine? What’s that supposed to mean?”
I took a deep breath. “Nothing.” I managed to smile. “It’s fine. I get it.” I untangled our fingers. “Let’s go.”
“Wait a second there, bud.” Gia folded her arms over her chest. “What’s going on with you?”
“I said, nothing.” I walked a little bit away from her and put my hands on my hips. “Come on.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not leaving yet. Not when there’s something clearly going on here. Something’s wrong. Why don’t you just say it?”
I swallowed hard and ran my tongue over my lips. “I don’t want to say anything that’s—that’s—”
“Anything that’s what, Tate? What are you afraid to say to me?” Gia narrowed her eyes. “Are you worried about doing something that might upset me?”
“Shouldn’t I be?” The words burst out of my lips. “I don’t want to start anything that might make you . . . unhappy.”
“Why?” She didn’t seem angry, but then again, I’d learned that with women, that wasn’t always a good indicator of their true state of mind. “What are you afraid of, Tate? You can tell me. I promise, I’m not going to freak out.”
I gritted my teeth, wishing my heart would stop hammering. “I don’t want you to leave me again.”
“Tate.” She closed her eyes for a minute, and then she almost stumbled in her hurry to get to me, to hold me close. “Tate, c’mon, honey. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Well, not without you, anyway. Didn’t I tell you that you’re stuck with me?”
I nodded, not quite able to speak yet.
“Listen, I’ve been kind of worried about this for a while. You never disagree with anything I say. You never argue. And when I’m in a pissy mood, and I snarl at you, you diffuse the situation and give me my own way. All the time.” She paused. “You treat me like a princess. While I’m not going to say that I don’t enjoy that sometimes, it’s not healthy, Tate. You have to feel like you can tell me anything. You can tell me I’m wrong. You can say that I hurt you, or that something I did annoyed you.”
“I’m so happy now. I don’t want to do anything to mess this up for us.” I rubbed her arms, looking into her eyes again finally. “I don’t want to live without you.”
“And I’m thrilled about that, babe. I feel the same way. But you can’t treat me like I’m made of glass. I’m not that fragile.” She framed my face with her hands. “I was once. But you know I’m stronger now.” She opened her mouth to go on, but tears filled her eyes and ran onto her face. “Tate . . . I’m not broken anymore. I used to be, but I’m not now. You didn’t fix me, but you gave me the courage to fix myself. That’s the best gift anyone could give. Now you need to believe it. Trust me when I say that we can argue, and I won’t leave. That’s part of a healthy relationship. We need to love each other enough to fight and know it’s okay.”
“All right.” I waited a beat. “It irritates me that we haven’t been more open about our relationship. I understood that you wanted to wait when we first got back together, but hasn’t it been long enough? Did you ever think maybe they already suspect? I mean, we were supposed to spend Christmas down in Richmond with Leo and Quinn, and we both backed out. That was a little suspicious.”
Gia shrugged. “Maybe, but Quinn’s been pretty preoccupied. She seemed to buy it when I told her things were better with my mother and I wanted to spend the holidays with her. And you said Leo didn’t blink when you said you didn’t want to leave Pops alone after all.” She smiled up at me. “And it really was a wonderful Christmas.”
It had been wonderful, Gia was right. We’d celebrated Christmas Eve with her mother and sisters before we’d driven back to Gatbury in time for midnight Mass. Gia had stayed with Pops and me that night, and waking up to open presents by the tree with her the next morning had made it the best Christmas I’d ever known.
Still, now that I was having my say, I didn’t want to let her distract me with those fond memories.
“I want to be able to go to Leo’s wedding with you as my girlfriend. I don’t want to have to pretend that you’re just an acquaintance. I want to hold your hand, kiss you and dance with you. I want to introduce you to everyone there as Gia, my girlfriend. I don’t think there’s anything wrong wi
th that.”
Gia let me finish and then she nodded, her face serene. “That’s not unreasonable. I don’t think you’re wrong. And you’re probably right that I should’ve said something a long time ago, because I don’t want Quinn to be hurt, and she’s more than likely going to be mad when I come clean.” She held up one finger. “However, I know you might not understand it, but at this point, with the wedding so close, it really is going to be better for me to tell her afterward.” She kissed my cheek. “We’re staying together in the same hotel room. It’s just during the actual ceremony and reception that we need to play it cool.”
I heaved a sigh. “I get it. I don’t like it, and I’m glad you understand why, but I’m officially going on record as saying I’m opposed.”
“And I have duly noted that.” She traced a line down my cheek. “Tate, I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Just bear with me for this, and I promise, I’ll spend all our time in the hotel making it up to you.” She slid her hands down to my ass, squeezing. “I’ll make it up to you in any way you want.”
I bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “That sounds intriguing. And I have lots of ideas.” I nuzzled her neck. “Now let’s go. It’s getting dark, and I’m starving.”
“Surprise, surprise.” She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, babe. Let’s go, and I’ll meet all your many needs.”
“Now you’re talking.” I grabbed her hand, and we walked out together into the waning light of late afternoon.
Chapter 22
Gia
“Wasn’t it a beautiful wedding?” Mrs. Taylor, Leo’s mom, came up behind me, slipping her arm around my waist and leaning her head on my shoulder. “You know, there were times I thought these two would never get their shit together and make it work, but . . . love wins.”
I smirked. “Trust you to sum it up so poetically, Mrs. T.”
She laughed. “Well, you know it’s true. You’ve been watching them all these years, too.”
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