Until Harmony (Until Her 4)

Picking my beer back up, I slug it back then head for the bedroom to return the ring to the box and put my bag back in the top of the closet. After that’s done, I go to the kitchen to start dinner.

***

Standing on the back deck, I pick up the ball Dizzy dropped at my feet, pull my arm back, and let it fly. I watch Dizzy jump over the two steps, down into the yard, and race for the ball. Picking up my cup of coffee off the rail. I chuckle as Dizzy races back toward me, the ball in his mouth as he comes up the steps, dropping it at my feet again. I throw it once more then turn, hearing the sliding glass door swish open.

I scan Harmony from her wet hair to her pink painted toes, feeling my cock jump when I see she’s got nothing on but one of my tees. My eyes focus on hers, searching. I know from just one look that she’s still worried, and that shit makes my anger come back almost full force. Last night when we were lying in bed, it took everything in me not to lose my mind when she started talking about searching for another job. That’s how much this shit is upsetting her. Since almost the moment we met, she’s talked about how happy she is to be working at the hospital, and then hopefully transferring to the emergency room. Every time she’s spoken about one of her goals, her eyes light up with hopeful excitement. That motherfucker took that from her. No I absolutely do not feel bad about putting my hands on him.

“It’s cold out,” she says, and I come out of my head, seeing goose bumps rising on her bare arms.

“You shouldn’t be standing in the open door with wet hair, baby,” I tell her, and her nose scrunches up, something it does whenever she thinks I’m bossing her around—something I think is adorable, which means half the time I boss her around just to see it.

“You shouldn’t be standing outside in a T-shirt and jeans without shoes,” she shoots back, and I grin, watching her eyes drop to my mouth. “Are you packed?”

“No.”

“Harlen, we’re leaving in an hour. You should pack.”

“It’ll take me two minutes to pack.”

“Two minutes?” Her eyes widen, and I take a sip of my coffee to hide my smile.

“I just gotta throw a couple tees and jeans into a bag, babe. So yeah, two minutes.”

“Where’s your bag?” she asks, resting her hands on her hips. “I’ll pack for you after I finish packing for myself.”

“You’re not packing for me. Go blow-dry your hair and finish getting ready. I’ll be in to pack in a few minutes.”

“Honey, we’re going away for three days,” she tells me, something I already know, since I’m the one who booked the cabin for those days.

“And?”

“And… the weather up in the mountains can change. You need more than just a couple T-shirts and jeans.”

“Baby, I’ll pack my shit when I come in. Just get yourself sorted.”

“What if you don’t pack enough stuff?” she questions, her eyes narrowing on mine.

“Angel, first, I don’t plan on us spending much time out of the bed while we’re there, so I don’t need to pack a ton of shit. And second, I’m pretty fucking sure they have stores. If I need something, I can pick it up.”

“Fine,” she huffs, crossing her arms under her breasts, causing her hard nipples to show through the material. “I’ll go finish getting ready, but only because I was going to do that anyway.”

“Right,” I mutter, fighting back a smile, and her eyes drop to my mouth before she lets out another huff then spins around, her hair flying behind her as she goes.

I watch, enjoying the view of her long legs, the back of her thighs, and my tee riding up to just under her ass until she’s out of sight. I then look down at Dizzy, pick up the ball, and throw it again a few more times before it’s time to go in and pack.

***

“Oh my God,” Harmony whispers. She sits forward in the passenger seat to look out the windshield at the cabin in front of us as I pull into the driveway and park. This isn’t the only cabin around. We must’ve passed at least a dozen if not more on the way up the mountain, but it’s the only one for a mile. It’s secluded and private, surrounded by full-grown trees and right on the edge of a cliff. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” I agree, scanning the large lower deck and huge picture windows. I know from the listing online that there is also a deck off the master bedroom with a hot tub on it.

“I can’t wait to see the inside. Is someone meeting us here to drop off a key?” she asks as I shut down the engine, and she unbuckles her belt.