Page 22 of Spellbound
Emma Grayce pulled her hand away. I grabbed hold of her wrist before she could escape, rubbed my thumb against the smooth skin on the inner side.
“Honey, the contract. That part is true.”
“The reason Priscilla was so mad when you broke up with her?”
“Um, yeah.”
“And you want to buy me whatever I need when we get to Florida.”
“See! You know me better by the minute.”
She giggled and the lead weight of anxiety morphed into a buzzing of excitement. I dug my phone out of my pants pocket.
“So you’ll come? I’ll call Pete—he’s my manager—right now and have him make the arrangements.”
“But my car—”
“Pete’ll handle it.”
“Pete’ll handle it. It’s just that easy.”
I nodded. Then shrugged because I remembered when I wasn’t used to the five-star treatment. “That easy. I love you. I want to share it with you.”
“This condo, how many bedrooms does it have?”
“Knowing Pete, enough for a house party. Why, how many does it need?” I wouldn’t pressure her. We’d been lovers for days, but if she wanted to back off, take it slow, I’d survive. There was a chance I wouldn’t, but . . .oof!
Emma Grayce was on my lap, where we began, and in my arms, her mouth on mine in a kiss that was lips and tongue and promises of the future.
“One bedroom, my darling, crazy Eli. We only need one.”
