Page 30 of Ambrosia Kisses
"Yeah, I stayed." I brush another kiss across her lips. "Did you think I wouldn't, Dimples?"
"I don't know." She shrugs.
I sigh, curving my hand around her jaw to force her to look at me. "I'm not going anywhere," I say once her eyes are locked on mine. "You aren't waking up without me again."
"Ridley, you can't just say that."
"I already said it."
"You have a job to do."
"Not today, I don't. My only job today is to be right here with you."
"Really?" Her lips curve into a happy smile. "You're taking the day off?"
"I am."
"In that case…" She crawls on top of me, dragging the blanket up with her.
"I thought you needed to pee."
"Changed my mind," she whispers as the blanket flutters down over our heads, shutting out the rest of the world. Her lips touch the side of my throat…and I change my mind about her going pee, too.
"So you guys areexpanding into the alcohol industry?" Paisley asks as we stroll across the vineyard after lunch, our hands linked together.
"We're already in the alcohol industry, Dimples."
She rolls her eyes at me. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah." I chuckle, lifting her hand to my lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles. "I know. And yes, we are. Since we acquired the vineyard in Italy, our wines are now global. I figured it was time to tackle a new challenge."
"Interesting."
"How so?" I ask, dipping my head to peek down at her.
She shrugs, running the toe of her shoe through the dirt. "You're very driven. I always knew that. I guess I just…" she trails off without finishing that sentence.
But I can guess where her mind is. She can't hide the anxiety crinkling her brow.
"You worried I'll be too busy for you, baby?" I ask, pulling her into my arms.
"No, I just…" She huffs out a breath. "It just feels a little familiar, that's all. Back then, it was Italy. Now, it's this new venture." Her worried eyes meet mine. "And instead of law school, it's finding a job for me. Maybe…"
"What?"
"Nothing," she mumbles with a shake of her head.
"Tell me, Dimples."
"Maybe it's the universe telling us that this was never supposed to work." Her voice is whisper-quiet, but goddamn. The words land between us like she screamed them.
I rock back on my heels, staring down at her. "Is that really what you think?"
"No. I don't know!" She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "Just ignore me. I'm being ridiculous."
"You're scared."
"Aren't you?"
