Page 182 of Delicate Storm

“I can understand that. I get the feeling she just wantedyou. Your attention. Your love. Your money. And I got those things without really trying.”

“Oh, you tried. Nobody sucks my—”

“Easton, I’m being serious,” I admonish, but can’t hide my growing smile as he laughs.

“I know and I’m sorry. I needed to escape from the heavy, even for a moment.”

“You should rest. It’s been a crazy—”

“Don’t bother finishing that sentence, D’Angelo. I know what you’re about to say, and you’re wrong. You’re not leaving. I don’t need alone time. I needyou.” He grabs the takeout from myhands and intertwines our fingers, walking me to the bedroom. “I want to eat, shower, and then fall asleep next to you, so we can wake up tomorrow and make plans for a future together. A future without anything else standing in our way.”

“That sounds nice. There’s only one flaw in your plan.”

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t bring any pajamas.”

“You can sleep in one of my tees tonight. And then tomorrow, we’re moving you in here.”

“Easton, we can’t.”

“Why? I love you. Isaac loves you. This is it for me. Why wait?”

I think about it for all of a second before my racing heart convinces me. “Okay. I’ll move in.Afterwe ask Isaac.”

“Deal.” Easton heads over to his dresser and grabs me a handful of his T-shirts, throwing them my way. “Try these. One of them should work.”

He drags his own tee over his head, drawing my gaze to his abs before falling back onto the bed and making himself comfortable. “I’ll get dinner ready; you get changed.”

Dragging my eyes away from his mesmerizing body, I do as I’m told, disappearing into the en suite to get changed before washing my face.

When I’m done, I call out, “Sorry, Easton,” as I run my fingers through my hair. “I don’t think I’ll be bringing any of my clothes here. I much prefer yours.” I walk out in nothing but his white tee and my black thong, lifting my arms so he gets a good view.

His eyes roam my body as he groans. “Take them all. They’re yours. I don’t want to see you in anything else. Ever.”

He jumps up from the bed and curls his hands under the tee, grabbing my ass before kissing my neck.

“I thought you said you wanted to sleep. And what about dinner?”

“Sleep is overrated. We’ve got a lifetime to catch up.”

“And dinner?”

“I’m still eating. I’ve just changed what’s on the menu.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Paige

Over the next couple of weeks, Easton talks to his lawyer regularly, and it’s a beautiful day when he finally gets the official confirmation that Macy’s agreed to relinquish her rights to Isaac. All that's left to do is sign the paperwork.

After fighting for so long, Easton's almost free. But more than that, as soon as he has that paperwork in his hands, he’ll no longer have to worry about her showing up to take Isaac away again.

My little, or not so little issue is going to take more time. I was reluctant to leave Isaac and Easton after everything that happened, so I made my statement with the San Francisco police department instead of flying to New York, and it took them a day to send it through, giving Christian’s mom enough time to threaten me again, assuming I hadn’t spoken with them yet.

Fortunately, after Macy's verbal agreement with Easton, the Mikkleson threats no longer concerned me because Isaac was safe. But that didn’t mean I wanted the images released. And thankfully, Dad ensured that wouldn't happen.

Unsurprisingly, Christian’s dad and uncle were released on bail. But with the evidence stacked against them, I doubt they’ll get away with it. It turns out, the initial arrests were made after Mom recorded a conversation between herself and Christian’s dad with him alluding to what they were doing, and on top of that, Christian was now cooperating, giving police access to anything they needed. In the end, my statement meant nothing except to prove that Christian’s mom and aunt knew what was going on.

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