/> “Quit staring at my fucking girl,” Noah says, thumping Mikey in the arm.
“I refuse to apologize. She looks hot in that dress.”
Noah shoves Mikey toward the door. He steps inside and the door slams shut, silencing his laugh.
“Where were we?”
I slide my arms up his chest, fisting his coat in my hands. “You were just about to give me a kiss goodbye.”
Noah crinkles his nose. “I don’t like that word very much.”
“I don’t either. Good thing it’s not really goodbye.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m going to finish up here, tie up a few loose ends, and I’ll be back in Heaven before you know it.”
Noah’s answer is to kiss me, and I’m not going to complain because I’ve missed his lips. I’ve missed his whole damn body, and I’m going to work like crazy to get home as soon as I can.
“I’ll call you when my flight lands,” he says.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Noah opens the door to find Mikey still standing there smiling.
“Are we all happy now? Are Mom and Dad back together again? No more fighting?”
Noah and I look at each other and laugh. He leads me down the hall, and we say goodbye one last time by the front entrance. I watch him slide into a taxi, and when I can no longer see the taillights, I rush down the hall and kick my butt into high gear, because I need to be where my heart is.
And my heart is on its way back to Heaven.
I’m fucking exhausted. Mikey and I didn’t step off of the plane until one o’clock this morning, and then we had an hour-long drive home from the airport. I talked to Lennon on the phone for another hour before crawling into bed, and after that I fell into a peaceful sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept that well since before Lennon left.
My heart is at peace because she’s coming home. I’m exhausted and could easily use another ten hours of sleep, but knowing that Lennon and I pushed our way through the storm and have come out on the other side has supplied me with enough momentum to get through my day.
I yawn and roll the windows down to keep myself awake as I drive home after work. I want nothing more than to take a long hot shower before I go pick up Nova. Yawning again, I pull into my driveway and slam on the brakes at the sight of Lennon sitting on my front porch swing. Her hair is blowing in the wind, along with the skirt of her dress, and she’s wearing the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.
Throwing the car in park, I step out and shut the door. Lennon stands, a clear plastic container in her hands. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I lean a hip against my Chevelle, soaking in the sight of Lennon in a pink gauzy dress. It’ll look damn good on my bedroom floor.
“Took ya long enough to get here,” I say.
Tilting her head, Lennon smiles. “I’m pretty sure the three Red Bulls I drank are the only thing keeping me upright. But I’m here.” She holds up the Tupperware. “And I brought you some muffins; thought you might be hungry.”
My eyes rake over her—the soft curve of her hip, her long, toned legs. It’s going to be fun exploring her delectable body, reacquainting myself with every inch. In fact, why wait? Pulling my hands from my pockets, I move toward her. “I don’t like muffins.”
“No? I can make you something else. Pancakes, maybe?” She gives me a playful look.
“I don’t like pancakes.” I move swiftly toward her, and my cock twitches when I see her rub her thighs together.
“Cinnamon rolls?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Nah. Too sweet.”
Lennon’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “Bacon?”
“I’m not in the mood for bacon.” In two long strides, I’m on the porch. I take the box from her hand and toss it aside.
“What are you hungry for?” she asks, looking up as I press my body against hers.