Page 126 of Manhattan Secret

Laney:I play for keeps, baby. I love you, my realtor is here with my papers, talk soon. Xoxo

On the fourth day he helps me move into my new place.

But something has been burning me for days and I haven’t brought it up. While I watch him lug in a box of my books from the U-Haul truck, sweat glistening on his shoulders and chest, the cargo shorts hanging off his lean hips, I drag my eyes over him leisurely and sigh. God, he really is well put together.

“If you’ve been sitting outside my motel, Lachie, why do you never come in?”

The first night I saw the black Escalade, I nearly had heart failure from excitement. But after an hour he drove off. The same the night after.

“Were you making sure I didn’t have guests?”

He snorts, like he thinks it’s a ridiculous notion. Which it is. The only man I want is currently heaving boxes like they weigh nothing, into all my rooms so I can unpack right away.

He’s also holding out on me and I’m slowly going mad.

But I am around him, talking to him, seeing that slight smirk of his, so I’m happy at the same time.

“It’s a skeevy motel, Laney. Wanted to make sure you were fine.”

“You could have come inside to check.”

I smile really big and when he passes me to dump a box, I fling my arms around his waist and press my face into his back.

I feel him stiffen but I don’t let go. Won’t let go, not ever.

“Thank you, baby. I still would have preferred you come in, instead of creeping outside so we could have fallen asleep together.”

He grunts, otherwise doesn’t say anything.

We order Chinese food, and he sets up all my electronics and appliances.

He makes sure my power supply is on and hooks up my internet modem.

All of that I could have done myself, but not gonna lie, watching him be all capable and gets shit done, I have to sit on my hands or attack him.

Later on after he’s gone, I realized I definitely should have attacked my boy.

It’s well after midnight and I’m just drifting off to sleep, exhausted in a bedroom that only has my bed put together, surrounded by stuff to unpack, when I hear a noise.

The noise makes its way through the house and I’m already sitting up in bed with my phone in my hand. Heart clattering, I press Lachlan’s number instantly and not a second later I hear the ringing of a phone right as the man himself comes through the bedroom door.

“Jesus God, Lachlan! You gave me a damn heart attack. I can’t breathe.”

“You’re calling me?” He asks, switching off the call.

I fall back on the pillows, feeling my heart bang out of my chest. What a fright he’s given me.

“I thought someone was breaking in. Of course I was calling you.”

He appears unfazed, but I see his pleased smirk.

Well good for his ego, here I am scared out of my wits.

If I didn’t love him so much, I might have to kill him.

Tossing his things on the dresser, Lachlan starts to tug off his clothes. Shirt comes off over his head, he unbuckles his belt and lets the jeans fall to the floor, kicking them off

My initial fear disappears. I can’t breathe for a whole newLachlan is herereason now.

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