Page 53 of The Right Woman

Glancing around the room, I don’t see a dusty old kitchen.

I see a life I never allowed myself to dream about because those were always slaughtered in my brain.

I see the man who loves me enough to take all my past and fight for me.

“I love you, Adon. I do. Thank you.”

My nose is so swollen, and I can’t breathe when he places his lips to my heated ones briefly. “I love you, my rosy girl. And you deserve this.” His hand waves around the room as he stands, but I grab his shirt and tug him back toward me.

“You really want to buy me this place?”

“Okay, well. I’m buying it under the Griffin Family Motors company, but I do need an employee. So, I’d be your boss, but yes. I need a baker.” I’m stunned into silence for once, and he smiles. “Good thing my girlfriend is an amazing one.”

Latching onto him like a koala, I squeeze his huge body while envisioning something I haven’t ever allowed myself to imagine.

A future.

Chapter

Twenty-One

ADON

Something changes in that moment.It’s huge, and the shift is palpable between the two of us.

“I can’t wait to see what you do with this place,” I tell her as she sniffles against my neck. My handkerchief has gotten a good workout from her tears, but I dab at her cheeks with it again, then hand it over to her. “I gotta get home for Avery and Odin soon.”

She glances up at me under her wet eyelashes and looks hesitant.

“Ask for what you want, Piper.”

“Can we stop by my place first, then go over to yours for dinner? I want to make them something.”

God, my heart swells, filling up with evenmorelove for this woman than I had before. “You want to make my kids dinner?”

“Yes. Well, all of us.”

“Fuck, yeah. Let’s go.”

I hold out my arm to help her off the counter, and she hops down, then we walk out of the dusty building hand-in-hand. With my free one, I pull out my phone and call the realtor tolet him know we’ve finished seeing the place. “Yep. I want to officially place that offer.”

“Fantastic! I’ll email you the documents to sign this evening.”

“Thanks, Tim.”

Piper practically skips next to me, her pink hair waving in the spring breeze. “What?” she asks.

“What do you mean ‘what’?”

She laughs, making the freckles on her nose bounce. “You have a huge, goofy smile on your face.”

“I’m fucking happy, Piper. Real fucking happy.”

Her cheeks get even pinker as she takes a deep breath and clings to my arm. “Me, too.”

“Happy enough to move in with me?”

With a slow blink, she gives me another warm smile. “What about Freckles? He may hate it there and piss on everything.”

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