She frowned. She hated the groveling part. But for Eric, she'd do it.
"I'm gonna go to his place," she said, but when she opened the front door, she saw that Eric had come to her.
"I was just about to knock," he said.
"And we were just about to leave," Mina said, dragging Cam to the door. He caught Tiffany's eyes, a question in his. She nodded, and he kissed her cheek. "For luck," he whispered, then shut the door behind him and Mina.
"I'm sorry," she said to Eric at the same time he said it to her.
"I should never have suggested I needed Ben's permission. I was just...in a weird place."
"Of course you were. Because I put you there. I shouldn't have done that." She bit her lip. "So are we okay?"
"I think we are."
"Thank God. Not being square with yo
u messes with my head."
He grinned. "Mine too."
She drew a breath. "So what happened, anyway?"
"I told him you were mine," he said simply. "That I loved you, and that we're a couple, and he would just have to get used to it."
"Yeah? What did he say?"
"He said he loves us both and he wishes us well. He really does mean it, you know."
She nodded. "I do."
Those two words hung in the air, and their eyes met, a silent someday floating between them.
As if to emphasize the point, Eric brushed a soft kiss over her lips. "You're mine, Tiffany. Wholly and completely. Body and soul. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"I'm yours, too."
"I know," she said, her body on fire from his words, his touch. "And now I need you to do something for me."
"What's that?"
"Make love to me."
He grinned, then scooped her up and started toward the bedroom. "Baby, I can do that all night long."