Page 91 of No More Secrets
Summer relaxed in his arms.
“There is no weirdness because of last night,” she promised.
“So you aren’t going to think of me as some sad, victimized head case?”
Summer wriggled in his lap to look him in the eye. “Carter Pierce!” Her laugh was genuine. “There is nothing about you that says victim or head case.”
“Are you regretting what you told me last night?” he asked.
“Hmm, I can’t quite remember what I told you.” She tapped a finger to her chin. “Maybe you can refresh my memory?”
Carter flipped her over his knee and Summer shrieked. Two well-placed smacks were enough to jog her memory.
“Okay! Okay! I remember!” she giggled.
Carter righted her. “I’m waiting.”
She took his face in her hands. “I love you, Carter.”
His grin was slow and sweet. “Let’s go get something to eat so we can come back and I can spank you some more.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
She took him to a pocket-sized place that served up a nice vegetarian brunch. They ate inside to avoid the late June sizzle and swelter. Afterward, they braved the heat for the hand-in-hand walk back to Summer’s apartment.
“What would you like to do today?” she asked him.
His wolfish look told her exactly what he wanted to do.
“I mean in the city. Wearing clothes.”
“What do you like to do on your days off?”
Summer laughed. “My days off?” She didn’t have days off. If she wasn’t in the office, she was working from home. If she wasn’t working on magazine projects or attending events, she was blogging.
And if she wasn’t doing any of that, she was doing laundry.
All things she should be doing today. Instead, she was strolling down the sidewalk holding hands with the man she loved.
And not feeling the least bit guilty about it.
“How about this? You suffered through my work days,” Carter reminded her. “It’s only fair that I follow you around and mess up whatever you’re doing with my distracting sexiness.”
She hip checked him. “I was a great farm hand!”
“You were okay,” he winked.
“You know what? Let’s pretend that we’re regular New Yorkers with a Saturday all to ourselves.”
“And what would these regular New Yorkers do?”
A slow grin spread across her face. “I have a few ideas.”
––––––––
She took him to a Yankees game.
But not before they spent the afternoon enjoying the air conditioning of the American Museum of Natural History, where Summer let Carter the farmer educate her on the biodiversity of the New York State environment.
