Page 89 of The Scars I Bare
Dear Friends and Family,
Hello from Cabo!
Okay, not really. But that’s what I’ll be saying next week! That’s right! Blake just surprised Lizzie and me with a week in paradise.
And I know; it’s during Thanksgiving break, and we won’t be able to visit anyone, but who can say no to a beach vacation? And you know how much Lizzie loves the beach.
We’ll figure something out for Christmas. Promise.
The contractors have guaranteed the renovations I approved will be done by then. So, Christmas in Virginia sound okay, Mom and Dad? But don’t buy any tickets yet. The whole thing will be on me…and I don’t want you to be out of money if the contractors don’t finish on time.
But they will. Promise.
Just in case though…
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do some shopping.
I have a trip to pack for.
XOXO,
Cora and family
“Am I a bad mother for allowing my kindergartner to go on a sleepover?” I asked the moment Dean opened his door.
He looked slightly surprised but pleasantly so. Especially when I held up the overnight bag I’d packed.
“If I say no, will that mean a sleepover of our own?”
Dropping the bag in the entryway, I jumped, knowing he’d catch me with that sexy one-handed thing he did.
Seriously, it was hot.
My mouth met his as he banged into the doorframe, my hair falling down around us like a curtain. With a possessive hand on my ass, he kicked my bag inside, and we started tearing into each other’s clothes.
“Shit, the door,” he said. “Don’t want to give the neighbors fodder for gossip fire.”
“So, does that mean I need to be quiet?” I asked as he slammed the door shut and flipped around to press me against it.
“Hell no.” He grinned.
“Good,” I nearly purred, so hot and ready that I was nearly panting.
It’d been a long week since our return from Texas.
Being a single mom definitely had its drawbacks.
Being a single mom who lived in an inn with an extremely curious and observant genius as a daughter?
Torturous.
We’d managed to sneak into one of the exam rooms during the one and only lunch break we were lucky enough to get this week, but beyond that…
This was the first time we had been alone. And damn if I didn’t want to rip his clothes off and let him fuck my brains out until the sun came up the next day.
We’d managed to do a halfway decent job in the clothes department, his shirt and mine already on the floor by the door. Reaching around, I made quick work of my bra while he stared. I could feel my nipples growing hard from his watchful gaze.
“I like the skirt,” he said as his eyes made their way downward.
