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It had taken me a few weeks to find somewhere that sold it all earlier in the year, but I had.
And I couldn’t wait to see my woman’s face.
‘A woman who opens her heart to love you, when it’s already broken, is braver than any person you’ll meet.’
– Steven Benson
Chapter 13
Tatum
I was slowly getting back into the groove at work.
And days like today, I wish I hadn’t.
Because it was the summer, and everyone was getting engaged or married.
I had just taken off my heels when I glanced up, looking for Garrick.
And I froze at what I saw.
Bags among bags among bags, and a big, long brown box with a certain picture on it.
He was leaning against the frame that led to the hallway, one long-neck bottle dangling from his fingertips; his other hand was in his jeans pocket.
Seeing his muscles on display, all that handsomeness rolled into an amazing package, I couldn’t help but lick my bottom lip.
The moment I found his eyes, he winked, “Saw that look, Tink. But you got some decorating to do. Go fuckin’ wild.” Then he jerked his chin to the pile of things sitting on the living room floor.
It took me a moment for my brain to register his words, and for some reason, I whispered, “But you don’t like Christmas.”
He shrugged, “Nah, but you do. You don’t like certain things, but you push through them for me. Means a-fuckava-lot to me.And since you mean the world to me, and I plan on you being here until we’re both old and fucking gray, go wild.”
And with that, he pushed off the frame, walked to me, bent his neck, and pressed a kiss on the top of my head, and there, against my hair, he whispered, “Already got the surround system linked, play your Christmas music, I’ll be in the garage, if you need my help with somethin’.”
Then I watched him head out of the living room, but before he could make it to the kitchen, I called out, “Help me. Please. Then tonight, I’ll help you in the garage.”
However, what I left unsaid was that while in his garage, I wanted him to bend me over the hood of his car and fuck the hell out of me.
Hard. Wild. Everything he was. I wanted it.
He grinned, then nodded, “Want me to whip up some hot cocoa?”
A slow smile formed on my face that turned into a blinding one, and I watched as he watched that take place, and then... I had to swallow back the three words that wanted to burst out of me.
This man.
This freaking man.
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And yes, I looked at him, then his car, and I said, “So... I have this fantasy.”
His eyes smoldered, as he said, “Yeah, tell me about it.”
So, I did.
