Page 120 of Wildcat
“Wow,” I say. “Where was this service all the other times I stayed over?”
He hands me a coffee first. “Dick over donuts.”
“Oh my god,” Dakota mutters. “What does that even mean?”
“Since it seems you’re sticking around, I thought I’d get on your good side,” Ash says. “We need to talk about scheduling, Miller.”
“Scheduling?” I quirk one brow as I take a sip of the coffee. It’s too early for Ash.
Leo’s chest rises and falls with silent laughter.
“Yeah. My boy disappeared for the past month. It got lonely over there.”
“I see.” I really try to keep a straight face, but damn, is it hard. “You can have Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“And Sundays during football season,” Ash counters.
I bite my lip. “Sure.”
Ash nods, obviously pleased with our arrangement.
“You gave up half the week just like that?” Leo asks. “Man, I see how it is.”
I lean forward and place my lips over his. “I’ll sneak back over when you’re done having bro time.”
We enjoy a lazy morning. Eventually, everyone leaves, and it’s just the two of us. Neither of us got a lot of sleep last night, so we nap, and I wake up to Leo hovering over me with a camera.
“What are you doing?” I ask, hiding my face.
“You’re ruining my shot,” he whines.
I peek out between my fingers, and he takes another.
“I didn’t know you had a camera.”
“I don’t.” He places it on the bed beside me. “It’s for you.”
I sit up and take it in my hands. It’s a small, simple black Canon with only a few buttons and settings. “It looks like my very first camera. I loved that thing.”
He smirks, and it hits me.
“You already knew that.Howdid you already know that?”
“Your dad told me the story once, and I had a little help finding one that was similar.” He shrugs. “I know it isn’t as fancy as your other one, but I thought you could leave this one here. We can start our own photo book of memories.”
“I love that.” I hold the camera out in front of us and then kiss him as I take the picture.
“And, uh, maybe you want to leave a few more things here too?”
“I will bring my toothbrush back, so I don’t have to use yours again,” I say. The man is super protective over his toothbrush. “Are my drawers still available?”
He nods slowly. “And half the closet, or an entire closet in one of the spare rooms if you want.”
“I don’t think I’m going to need that much—” I stop.
He grins. “Move in with me?”
My heart races. “Really?”
