Page 95 of Keeping Kaitlyn

“He and Grace bought a house,” she says, gaze resting on my cheek. “They’re adopting Henry and Allison.”

“You lost me,” I tell her, my face falling into a confused frown. “What does that have to do with?—”

“He had plans to build an apartment for me and Mook above the garage of their new house but…” Letting herself trail off, she forces herself to look up at me. “He doesn’t need me anymore, even if he refuses to admit it.”

As soon as I understand what she’s saying, I feel my shoulders relax under her hands and I let out a laugh. “So what you’re saying is that you fired yourself.”

Giving me an exasperated sigh, Kait shakes her head. “I can’t let Henley justkeepsigning checks for care her brother obviously doesn’t need.” Face falling into another frown, her shoulders slump. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

I want to tell her that her job, from now until the day she dies, is to let me take care of her. That she doesn’t need to worry about anything else, ever again. Instead, I reach up to brush the hair out of her face on a smile because saying something like that to a woman like Kait would just unleash a whole new pack of worries. “What do youwantto do?” I ask her plainly.

“I can probably work at the center.” She shakes her head, brow still crumpled. “Nearly two-thirds of the?—”

Taking her face in my hands, I look down at her. “I didn’t ask you what youcando. I asked you what youwantto do, Sunshine.”

When I say it, she faulters. Rolls that lower lip of hers between her teeth before she looks up at me and sighs. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. All that matters is that you let me know when you figure it out.” Leaning in, I press a soft kiss against her slightly parted lips. “Is that all?”

Kait gives me a wobbly smile while she shakes her head no. “I’m… I mean… what are we doing?” As soon as she says it, she frowns. Looks irritated with herself for even asking. “Shit. Never?—”

“Nope.” I shake my head, lifting my hand to brush her hair out of her face. “I’ll tell you what we’renotdoing—we’re not doing that. We’re notnotgoing to talk about how we feel.” Hooking my hand around the back of her neck, I press my thumb against the underside of her chin, angling her gaze up to meet mine. “I’m fucking goddamned crazy, out of my mind in love with you and you’re in love with me, so that’s what we’re doing.” Pressing my mouth against hers, I feel like I slayed a goddamned dragon when she melts against me. Pulling back, I look her in the eye. “We’re loving each other, Sunshine and I’m willing to tell you that a hundred times a day if that’s what you need from me. We can take it as slow as you need to. I’m not going anywhere.” Giving her a crooked smile, I shake my head. “Are we all out of worries?”

Looking up at me, Kait nods her head, her bright blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “For now…”

“Okay.” Brushing my mouth against hers, I nod. “Now let’s go get your dog. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

FIFTY-FOUR

KAITLYN

When we arrive in Helena,there’s a brand new, lifted King’s Ranch F-350, sitting on the tarmac, waiting for us, in agate black.

“That’s what you were doing this morning?” I say, gratefully allowing my amusement to take hold of the borderline panic I’ve been grappling with since we boarded Went’s plane and shove it in a corner. “Buying a monster truck?” I’m exaggerating. It’s the biggest truck I’ve ever seen but it’s notthatbig.

Standing behind me in the Lear’s open doorway, Went leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’ve got a big dick, Sunshine—it’s time the world knows it.”

“Pretty sure the world already knows,” I say, the last of it ending on a laughing gasp when Went reaches down to sling me over his shoulder to carry me down the stairs like a sack of potatoes. Mook—who shot down the stairs like a bullet the second the flight attendant opened the door—sits on the tarmac at the bottom of them, waiting for us to catch up, tail wagging a mile a minute. Went spent the majority of the flight feeding himbacon from the breakfast spread on the plane. Four and a half hours later, they’re best friends.

“Traitor,” I mutter at him while Went carries me past him and Mook gives me a happy bark as my reply. “Icanwalk you know,” I say, lifting my head as far as I can to grumble at his shoulder.

“Sorry, Sunshine.” The hand planted on my ass slips between my legs, the side of it pressing into the juncture of them, every step he takes bumping and rubbing against my pussy. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had your ass in my face.”

Squirming against the teasing pressure of it, I swallow a moan. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“Exactly,” he says on a laugh that rumbles through his chest. Stopping in front of the truck, he pulls the passenger side door open and maneuvers me onto the waiting seat, massive shoulders wedged into the space between my thighs. Pushing them wide across the plush leather seat, his face inches from my pussy, Went grins up at me. “I think I might love this truck.”

Reaching down, I push his thick, dark hair away from his forehead on a sigh. “I know what you’re doing.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in the kind of crooked smile that never fails to stop my heart. “Thinking about stripping you out of these jeans so you can come all over my face and these brand-new leather seats?”

“No…” I shake my head on a laugh. “Distracting me.”

Still grinning, Went ups the ante by sweeping a thumb along the inside of my thigh. “Is it working?”

“Yes.” Pressing my hand against the side of his jaw, I lean down to brush my mouth against his. “Thank you.”

“That reminds me…” Moving away from me with a reluctant sigh, Went opens the rear passenger door on the truck and motions a patiently waiting Mook into the back seat. Once he’s sitting on the seat behind me, Went shuts the door beforedigging into the front pocket of his jeans. “I brought these,” he says, pulling his hand free. Opening it, he shows me a pair of rings.

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