The Complete Irreparable Boxed Set

“Okay, I get the point. Good memories with the bad.”

Willow nodded. “I like tonight—just this chunk of it. Might be top three material.”

“Top three, huh? What are the other two?”

“I’ll never tell.” She winked.

Ethan smirked, tugging her closer, lingering with his mouth hovering over hers. “I bet I can get it out of you.”

Running her fingers through his hair and dipping an inch closer, she said, “Maybe if you try really hard.”

His lips met hers again, and it was just as electric as always. Willow moved, straddling him as his hands skated up her back, arching at her sensitivity to his touch. It was so easy to get completely wrapped up in him, completely disconnected from time and space—it was just him and her, and nothing else.

She could swear the bed was actually vibrating.

Ethan broke away, frowning slightly. “What is that?”

“Hm?” she asked, a bit incoherently.

He twisted and looked past her toward the foot of the bed, where his pants were hanging halfway off the mattress.

And they were vibrating.

“Oh, shit,” he said. Willow climbed off of him and turned to sit with her legs crossed while he fished around in his pants, trying to find his phone.

He looked at the screen for a split second, then answered with a gruff, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Are you at home?”

“Uh, not right this second. Why?”

“I forgot Jackson’s giraffe at the house, he refuses to sleep without it. Could you possibly bring it out here?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“All right.” There was a brief, awkward pause. “I’ll send you the address.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in…a little less than an hour, probably.”

“Fine.” Another awkward pause. “Bye.”

Shoulders slumping, Ethan ended the call and turned back to Willow, grimacing apologetically.

Offering a thin smile, she climbed off the bed, bending to pick up her clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“No problem, I was about to leave anyway.”

“My…son forgot his giraffe—he’s been sleeping with it since he was a baby, and he won’t go to sleep without it.”

“It’s fine, really,” she assured him, tossing him another smile as she tugged on her jeans. Once her bra was on, she approached him, leaning up against him and giving him a brief kiss. “You’re a good dad. It’s sweet.”

“Speaking of dads, do you think yours is keeping eyes on me right now?”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Ugh. I have no idea. I’m going to call him tomorrow and talk to him. I’ll call you after to let you know how it goes.”

“Sounds good.”