Page 41 of Blindsided By Fake Love

Beau

“Thetimer.”

“Hmm?” Kit’s eyes are glazed, and the last thing I want to do is let her go, but I don’t want the food to burn either.

Using all my strength, I step away from the woman in my arms and grab the oven mitt from the counter. Turning the timer off, I open the oven door and pull out the vegetables.

“You look sexy doing that.” Pin points of heat hit my back as she watches me, and I smirk.

“I aim to please.” I wink at her, then ask. “Where should I put these?”

She points toward the counter at a space next to the chicken. I place down the baking sheet, turn the oven off, and then remove the oven mitt.

Kit hasn’t moved from where I left her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, sheepishly. “I didn’t handle that very well.”

She beams, and my chest lifts. “No, you didn’t. But you’ll have a long time and many opportunities to make it up to me.”

“Oh?” I waggle my eyebrows at her and snake my arm around her waist, pulling her close. She nods her head, a sparkle in her gaze.

When her hands lift to my face and her expression brims with affection, a shiver shoots down my spine.

“Beau.” She strokes my chin, her eyes turning mischievous. “Marrying you was the craziest thing I’ve ever done. But I’m so glad I found you at the lowest point in my life.”

Her lips press against mine, and I can feel the truth in her words. When she pulls back, I follow and kiss her again, softly. I lean in for more when her hand covers my mouth, so I kiss her palm instead.

“Please let me finish.” She chuckles at what I’m sure is a pained expression on my face. Her smile is so bright that I quell the desire to tell her we can talk all she wants later and begrudgingly nod. Her gaze glints mischievously at me. The vibration moves through my body, and my cheeks pull up.

She wraps her arms around my neck and presses fully against me. “You’re the best decision I’ve ever made, Beau Matthews, even if initially I felt like I made a mistake—”

I squint at her. “So I was a mistake?”

When she shakes her head and smiles, I can’t help but grin back. “The real mistake was how stubborn I was.”

“You are pretty stubborn.” I pull her tighter against me as she playfully smacks my shoulder and tries to push away from me.

“I’m trying to tell you I love you, and you keep interrupting—”

“You love me?” My pulse skips, and for a second, I can’t breathe.

“Yes.” Her gaze glows, and her lips curve shyly. “I love you.”

Cupping her cheek, I pull her face to me, and just before I can touch her sweet lips, she pushes away from my chest.

“Hey!”

“Do you even have to ask?” I whisper against her mouth.

“After the way you threw a temper tant—”

Cutting off her words, I cover her mouth and pull her up tighter against me—the need to be as close as possible is overwhelming. When she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, I lift her off the ground. When I pull away, her protest makes me grin. “Yes, Christy ‘Kit’ Garrett, I love you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you from the very first moment you told me off in front of the entire cafeteria.”

“I didn’t tell you—”

“Oh yes, you did.” I murmur amusedly. “In the best way possible.”

Placing her feet on the ground, I lower my body so we’re at eye level. Her eyes sparkling.

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