Page 95 of Welcome to Forever
“He doesn’t get sad, Ben.” It wasn’t in his father’s emotional repertoire. Sad would imply that the man had feelings. Nope. Micah was willing to bet that look on his father’s face was more disgust than anything.
And he hated himself for caring. His father’s actions never said they cared about what he wanted.
“Dad?” Ben said again.
Micah’s gaze lifted to the rearview again, meeting his son’s eyes. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for taking me fishing. This was the best father-son day ever.”
And that was all that mattered—being a good father to his own son. “It’s not over yet, buddy. Let’s go fry our fish.”
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Kat yawned and considered going to bed. It’d been a long, boring Sunday, which she used to think was the best type—until a certain tall, dark, and handsome groundskeeper had come into her life. She’d missed him today, but she understood. Spending time alone with Ben was important.
Her phone buzzed on her nightstand table, signaling a text. He must’ve been thinking about her, too. Hopefully missing her as much as she missed him. She glanced at her screen and read:
Are you awake?
She typed “Yes” and waited to see what he’d say next, hanging on his every word. Or she would’ve been hanging on his every word if he texted her again. The phone was quiet. No buzzing. No beeps.
Her doorbell rang across the house and she jumped. Getting out of bed, she hurried toward the door, hoping it was Micah. She went up on her tiptoes to look through the peephole and got a rush of excitement. “Who is it?” she called, loud enough for him to hear her, teasing him. Her phone buzzed in response.
I know you’re alone. I’ve come to take advantage of that fact.
She giggled, preparing to open the door when her phone buzzed again.
Don’t open the door unless you want me to take you to bed.
Well, she had planned on going to bed. She doubted Micah had sleeping in mind, though, which was just fine with her. She opened the door and met his ready gaze.
“I told you not to open the door unless you wanted me as much as I want you.”
She grinned. “I know.”
He wasted no time walking in, closing the door behind them, and scooping her up into his arms.
Kat laughed. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
“I told my father the good news this afternoon,” he said, his face turning serious for a moment.
“Oh. Wow. How did he take it?” she asked, bracing her hands against his chest.
“He didn’t.”
She surveyed his demeanor. “Then why are you smiling?”
“Because there are no more secrets. I want to celebrate by touching you. Is that okay?” His voice dropped to a low, sexy growl.
“Um.” She swallowed, her entire body responding to his request. “I guess that’s okay.”
“Good.” He placed one hand on each side of her face and gently led her mouth to his.
If the kiss was any indication of how the “touching” was going to go, then she couldn’t wait for him to get her to bed. “Julie comes home in one hour.”
“So we better get started,” he said, already lifting her shirt.
She tugged his overhead also. Then she unbuttoned his jeans. Clothes fell to the floor as they made their way to the back bedroom. She lay back on the bed and he bent to kiss her navel. “No time for foreplay,” she said breathlessly. Her body had gone from zero to one million with one heated kiss.
