Page 87 of Moonlight and Mischief
“I don’t think I want to share you once we get home,” he whispers in my ear.
“This sounds important.”
“So is checking on our cabin,” he says. “I have a surprise for you.”
“So impatient,” I tease, anticipation prickling in my chest.
Before I can protest, he reaches under my knees and scoops me up in a bridal hold. “Hey!” I protest, kicking my legs. My fingers wrinkle his shirt. Striding through the trees, he peppers my forehead, my cheeks, and my nose with kisses.
“Hold on!” he says, tipping me up until I’m hanging over his shoulder, freeing up his other hand to openthe door. My shriek turns to a giggle as he slides me back into my original position.
As we step over the threshold, he gives me that cocky grin. “Welcome home.”
“Everything looks untouched. We got lucky,” I say, surveying our living room.
“Do you like this cabin?” Jasper asks. He lets me slide down his body until my feet hit the ground.
“Yeah, it’s great.” I look around to see if he made any changes, wondering when he had time to arrange a surprise.
“Really?” he asks quietly.
“Yes, I love it.” I laugh, quirking one eyebrow at him.
He takes a deep breath. “Good, because I bought it from the pack. It’s not a guest cabin anymore, it’s all ours.”
The words take a moment to snap into place. “What?”
“We can get something else if you like,” he quickly says.
“No, that’s amazing.” My feet leave the floor once more as he hugs me around the waist and lifts me up. My fingers curl into the back of his hair. “It’s perfect, but when did you have time to buy it?”
“Last week.”
We settle on the sofa and I grab his hand, my legs across his. Looking at his fingers instead of his eyes, I say, “I feel bad though. I don’t have a lot of money, but I can help.”
His deep laugh breaks my thoughts.
“What?” I demand, a blush coloring my cheeks.
“I’ve been putting away money from my family for years, in case I ever had to run. They have more money than sense. You don’t even have to work if you don’t want to. The cabin barely put a dent in it.”
“Are you kidding me?”
It makes sense. I don’t know much about cars, but his car seems expensive, and he never seems worried about how much things cost.
“I want to buy you a car too. Something yellow.”
Shaking my head, I squeeze his fingers in warning. “No way.”
“You can’t stop me from getting you gifts.” He pulls my hand against his chest so I can feel his heart.
“Yes, I can.” My eyes narrow into a glare.
A soft knock interrupts our argument.
“Come in,” I say, releasing him and swinging my feet to the floor..
“You deviants better be wearing clothes,” Hazel grouches, pushing the door open.
