Page 94 of Feels Like Falling
“Better than well,” I admit. “It’s made us a lot of money, but we did it for the financial security of our future. I’m proud of what we’ve done but I did it for me—not him. Besides, I like knowin’ I won in the end.” And Evan isn’t so bad these days.
She smiles as I drop a kiss on her lips because winning her has always been the ultimate prize.
We finish our drinks, talking and laughing before closing up the building and stepping out into the parking lot.
“Y’all celebrating without me?” Jensen says, climbing out of his car and looking around. “What are y’all doin’ here anyway?”
“Date night,” Ellison says easily and Bea nods.
“Wanna come?” I ask because it seems like the polite thing to do.
“Yeah, as fun as that sounds…”
His voice trails off as a dark sedan pulls up behind Jensen’s cruiser and parks, a gray-haired man slowly climbing from the driver’s seat.
“Evening, Sheriff,” he says with obvious recognition, and Jensen closes the distance toward him.
“Hey, Dennis, how are you?” The two men shake hands and I watch as Dennis swallows hard, unease churning in my gut.
“Good, good, but…” Seeming to remember some semblance of professionalism, he straightens and pulls out an envelope from inside his suit jacket, “Jensen Kade?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, son. You’ve been served.”
EPILOGUE
ELLISON
“Well, hell, Max,” I say as I fan my face with my hand and saunter into the office. “You look mighty fine back there.” Montana is perched like a king behind the large wooden desk that’s been in here as long as I’ve known him.
We’d played in here growing up, pretending to oversee a kingdom. We just never imagined how true it would be.
Montana is so much a part of the land—the outdoors—but he looks just as at home in here with his forearms flexing on the worn surface as he stares at me.
He’s sexy in the fields.
But this version fits him too.
“You’re home early,” he drawls as he sits back in the black leather chair, causing it to groan under his weight.
“I missed you.”
He grins. “How much?”
I lick my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth as mine raises to the cowboy hat hanging on the hook beside his head.
“Depends if you wanna wear that for me?” I ask as he turns his head and pulls the hat down and places it on his head. It fits perfectly, worn in from years of being out in the sun on the hottest days in Tennessee.
“Didn’t know this would make you so hot.” He gives me a devilish smile. “I would have started wearing it a long time ago.”
Smiling, I move between him and the desk, leaning my backside on the edge of the wood as he moves his legs to accommodate me. The dark wash denim stretches against his muscular thighs and my mouth waters—the man truly is a vision.
His posture is relaxed as he watches me, but the pull between us is undeniable. Leaning forward, I duck under the brim of his hat, my hands cupping his face as I take his mouth in a slow kiss, savoring each and every swipe of my tongue against his.
He tastes like mint, and even though he’s been working all day, he still smells like cedar from the bar of soap in his shower. It’s divine and I can’t help but snag his bottom lip between my teeth as I drag my nails down his chest and over his abs.
He groans, his body flexing and bunching under my touch.
