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“You are amazing.”

She lifts her head to look at me and gives me a sexy smile. “You did all the work. I just took it.”

I reach down and find the warm spot on her ass. I squeeze it, then I massage it more gently. “You sure did take it. Like a very good girl. But my assumption about your witchcraft remains. I don’t lose my mind like that with anyone but you.”

She pushes up and gives me a serious look. “Good.”

Is that possessiveness? Jealousy? I don’t study her face any further because she leans in and gives me a deep, long kiss.

Then she slumps back down onto the pillow. “When I get a few bones back in my body, can we take a bath?”

We spent a long time in that bathtub last time. I’m all for it. “We’re going to need some supplies. I’ll call down to the desk.”

The bath requires bubbles, chocolate-covered strawberries, and champagne.

Oh, and maybe something pineapple flavored. I didn’t know about her favorite flavor last time, but now I’ll do whatever I can to get herexactlywhat she wants.

Thankfully, I can easily supply all of those things.

But as I pull her closer and tuck her under my chin, I wish like hell I knew for certain that I could supply absolutelyeverythingthis woman could ever possibly need or want.

Chapter 22

Scarlett

Iroll over the next morning as Cian walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He hasn’t shaved, but his hair is wet from the shower. He sees my open eyes and gives me a grin.

“Good morning,” he rumbles.

“Morning.”

“I ordered you some food. Henry and I are going to drive down to Autre. We shouldn’t be gone for more than a couple of hours.”

I sit up and run a hand through my hair. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were heading down there.”

He crosses to his suitcase. “I hadn’t specifically planned on it but being this close, I’d feel strange if I don’t stop in and say hi. Especially with Fiona and Saoirse.” He shoots me a grin that almost looks sheepish. “I miss them.”

My heart gives a little squeeze. I love that. He’s close to his family. And I would feel the same way. I looked Autre up after hearing about it on the podcast. I could never be within twenty miles of my sister or daughter and not see them.

“Do you want me to get ready and go along?” I feel strange but I don’t know if it’s stranger to go along or stay back.

He pulls jeans and a tee from his bag and chuckles. “Are you going to agree to marry me?”

My eyes widen. “Um…”

“Until you are,” he continues with a soft chuckle. “It’s probably not a great idea to introduce you to everyone. When I get there, they’re going to grill me about meeting up again with the girl I’ve been hung up on for two years. Not to mention my arranged marriage in Cara. If I bring you along, we’re not getting out of there for seventy-two hours minimum. Not until they know everything about you and have completely won you over. And if you’re not careful, we’ll end up married by the local judge before they let us leave.”

I swallow hard. “I thought your family wanted you to marry the other girl.”

“Yeah well, the people down in Autre are mostly adopted family, and they are hopeless romantics. They love that I fell head over ass for you in one weekend and have been pining for you for so long. They’re all Team Scarlett.”

Lots of emotions are swirling, not the least of which is a warm fuzzy feeling that I probably shouldn’t examine too closely.

“So I’m safer here,” I say. “Got it.”

He chuckles again and drops his towel to get dressed.

I stare.

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