Page 10 of Tiago

She sighs.“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?”

“Totally.”

“I don’t think so.Sometimes, you just meet someone and know.I’ve never met a single woman who made me take notice like you did that afternoon.It’s like everything clicked into place.Now I get it.You’re mine.I’m not wasting time tiptoeing around that fact.I want everyone to know you’re mine.We’ll start with your grandfather, then we’ll torment Greg at the grocery store, and after that, we’ll go back to the estate so you can meet everyone and pick out a room.”

“Pick out a room?”Her voice rises an octave.“What kind of room?”

“The kind we’re going to sleep in for now until we decide whether to move into another house in town or stay.”

Her eyes widen.“Did you not just tell me you were not going to pressure me to have sex with you?”

“I will never pressure you to have sex with me, baby.It’s not even on the table.No matter how hard you beg me, I will not take my pants off until our wedding night.”

“Beg you!”Her voice is shrill.“Tiago, this is madness.Why would we need a room in the house if we aren’t going to have sex?”She narrows her gaze as though she’s caught me lying.

“Baby, the mansion is huge and strange.Wait until you see it.Ryder and Claire have claimed two rooms.When Dallas arrived, he picked one.I’ve been using one off and on, but I don’t care about room décor.I’d rather let you pick ours.Plus, it will give us a place to have some privacy.Just because I said I’m not going to have sex with you doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you so hot and bothered that you end up begging me to.”

Reagan’s eyes are going to bug out if she opens them any wider.“Tiago, my brain is broken.”

I grin.“One thing at a time.Text your grandfather.Tell him we’ll be there in half an hour.”

“You don’t even know where I live.”

I lift a brow.“Baby…”

She groans.“Of course you know where I live…”

“I even have your landline number.”I pull my phone out of my back pocket.“Would you like me to call him myself?”

She reaches out to grab my wrist as I lift my phone high in the air.“Don’t you dare!”

I lower it but keep it close to my chest.“I’ll count to ten.If you haven’t called or texted him by then, I’m going to.”

She growls at me, muttering, “So bossy,” as she pulls out her phone.She hesitates one more time, looking at me.“Do you mind?”

“Mind what?”

She shoves at my chest futilely.“Give me some space.”

I shake my head.“Never.”

She sighs, and I watch her send off a quick text.

I’m bringing sandwiches for lunch.I’ll be there soon.

I chuckle.“Not going to tell him about me until we arrive?”

“I was kind of hoping I could secretly shake you before it got that far.”

I pocket my phone and pat my other pocket.“I have your car keys.”

Reagan is fidgeting and nervous as I pull into her driveway.She lives in a small ranch home close to town.She told me her grandfather has lived there for forty years.Apparently, her grandmother passed from cancer before Reagan was born.Her grandfather never remarried.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she grumbles as we get out of the car.She shoots me a narrow-eyed glare.“Be good.”

I chuckle.“Baby, I’m angelic.”

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