Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Magic position.” He winked.

“It was magic, wasn’t it?”

“Damn straight.” He tickled the tops of my thighs and I wriggled under the pressure.

“Blake?”

“Hmm?”

“Before the baby, before today, my answer was yes.”

He sat forward. “Yes?”

I nodded. “I missed you. Nothing mattered anymore. What I have in Dallas doesn’t matter. I want you to know that. I figured it out before this morning. But the baby—it changes things.”

He brushed the hair from my face. The tendrils were damp. “It does.” He lowered his mouth to mine, inhaling with a fierce kiss.

“I was never going to get over you, Sierra.”

I smiled. “Now you don’t have to.”

“What do you want to do with the house?” Blake asked as we locked up the door. We had kept in warm in the linen closet as long as we could. We had to head for somewhere with heat.

I dropped the keys in my purse. “I’d like to keep it. What do you think?”

He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“What do you mean?”

We walked down the wooden stairs. There were so many repairs the house needed. There were leaks under sinks. A few of the gutters had broken away from the house. And now I knew without power I was setting up the scenario for possible frozen pipes.

“I mean, let’s make this our island house. I’ll sell the business to Cole.”

I stopped in my tracks. “What?”

“Cole wants to build boats. There’s a pier here. We can build anything else we need. It’s where you grew up. You were happy here. I can see us here.”

I was amazed. Blown away. “You’re serious?”

He pulled me toward him. “Completely. Let’s do it. We’ll fix it up and it will be ready for us next summer.”

“You realize next summer there will be three of us.”

“Yeah, I do. You think I should buy some of those baby life jackets?”

“I don’t know how much boating we’re going to do.”

Blake held my hand, leading me down the stairs and toward the truck. I had one of the quilts wrapped around my shoulders. It was going to be a chilly ride over to his house.

“And before that?”

He opened the door for me.

“Are you asking about Orlando?” I looked at him.

“I am.”

“I’m there if you’re there. I’m here if you’re here.” I leaned into him. “I swear this girl is never leaving you again.”