Holding his eyes, feeling those words wash over me, I nod then lean in and touch my forehead to his. Him telling me that I’m good enough for his daughter, good enough for his family, means everything to me, and I will work hard every day for the rest of my life to make sure I never let him or Pattie down.
“Thank you,” I murmur, and his hand squeezes before he lets me go. I sit back, closing the lid on the box and putting it in my pocket.
“I was looking for you two. Did you guys want breakfast?” Pattie asks, coming around the corner, and I pick up my coffee and stand when Donald does.
“Are you making eggs benedict?” Donald asks, kissing the side of her head.
“Is that a request for me to make eggs benedict?” She raises a brow.
“It’s Kim’s favorite.” Donald smiles down at her, shrugging.
“It’s your favorite.” She smacks his chest. “Don’t you think I’ve caught onto that trick by now?” She shakes her head at him then looks at me. “Is Kim up?”
“She wasn’t, but I’m heading that way now.”
“Tell her I need her help making breakfast.”
“Will do,” I agree before I head inside, dropping my empty cup in the sink. I move toward the bedroom and open the door, finding Kim up and sitting on the side of the bed. She’s looking at her phone, with her fingers moving quickly over the screen.
“Morning.” She lifts her head and smiles at me as I shut the door, and then her phone dings and her eyes drop back down to it. Shaking her head at whatever she’s reading, she starts typing once more.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Chris is mad at me.” Taking a seat next to her, I rest my lips to her bare shoulder, watching her type and having no clue what the hell the two of them are talking about, because none of it makes sense to me. Something about a horse and carriage and an ugly, pink, poufy dress. “Have you been up a while?” she asks when she stops typing once more and her eyes come to me over her shoulder.
“Not long, but your mom said she needs your help making breakfast.”
“Is she making eggs benedict?”
“She is. Your dad said it’s your favorite.”
“It’s his favorite, but because it’s so bad for him, my mom only makes it when I’m home.” She smiles, but then her phone dings again and she sighs, ignoring it. “I told Chris that everything worked out, but he’s still pissed I didn’t listen to him when he told me not to leave town.”
“You shouldn’t have left town,” I agree, and she pouts her bottom lip. Dropping my eyes to her mouth, I lean forward, kiss the pout away, and then pick her up, moving her to straddle my lap.
“Sage,” she whimpers, pressing her tits into my chest as I smooth my hands up the warm skin of her back under her tank. As my tongue slips into her mouth, I slide one hand around her waist to cup her breast. “Oh,” she breathes as I skim my thumb over her erect nipple. Her hips grind hard into mine, and I fight back a curse. “Ignore it,” she pants against my mouth as her phone starts to ding in rapid succession.
“Perfect.” I cup both her breasts and she rocks against me, moaning into my mouth. But then she whimpers when I pull back as her phone starts ringing. Seeing it’s Chris calling, I pick it up and put it to my ear. “You’re gonna have to fight with Kim when she gets back to town,” I growl in frustration.
“Right,” he mutters, and then continues, “but let her know that next time, she’s out of the running for my best woman.”
“I’ll let her know,” I agree before hanging up and pulling Kim’s mouth back down toward mine. Then I stand with her wrapped around me as I hold onto her ass.
“What did he say?” she asks, kissing and licking my neck as I toss her phone to the bed behind me.
“He said next time, you’re out of the running to be his best woman.”
“I’m so sure,” she hisses, lifting her mouth from my skin. “No one else would be able to deal with him.”
“You two can sort that out when you get back.” I nip her bottom lip then set her on the vanity in the bathroom.
“You’re right.” Her eyes darken and her hands push my shirt up my chest then over my head. “When are we going back?”
“I leave tomorrow.”
“You have to leave tomorrow?” She frowns, looking up at me, and I rest my hand around the side of her neck and lower my face toward hers.
“I have to get back to work, so I need to catch a flight tomorrow evening. I know it’s not a long visit, but this trip wasn’t planned, baby.”