Jase laughed and headed back into the bathroom. I wasn’t even sure he had the right box.
Everyone quickly got to work and before I knew it, Jase and my father were talking up a storm. With a quick peek in their direction, I couldn’t help but get teary eyed. As much as my father was trying to fight it . . . he liked Jase. They were getting along beautifully.
Nothing could ever ruin this high I was on.
Nothing.
Jase
The day flew by and we quickly had Taylor’s whole place unpacked and almost everything put away. Brad and I ended up spending much of the early afternoon talking about sports. Of course, he had his subtle ways of asking me what my future plans were, how long I would be living with my parents, and how involved I was with the running of the ranch.
“You’re having a house built then?”
“Not right now. I meet with the architect after the holidays. We had to bump our appointment back a few weeks.”
Brad nodded. “That’s good that you have a plan, Jase. I’m impressed with how much you’ve thought this through.”
I nodded and gave him a grin.
Brad looked around and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, I think we probably should call it a day.”
Reaching his hand out to me, we shook. “It was a pleasure getting to know you better, Jase. I see why my daughter is so taken by you. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and I like where your thinking is.”
Holy shit. Could it really be that easy?
He gripped my hand harder and pulled me closer to him. “But if you ever hurt my daughter again, I’ll be at your doorstep. With a gun.”
My eyes widened in shock as I gulped and said, “No, sir. I’ll never . . . no um never.”
“Daddy, stop it,” Taylor said as she gently pushed her father back.
Amanda walked up and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. Turning to Taylor, she kissed her and said, “I’ll let you know about Gram’s birthday so Jase can plan on coming.”
“Sounds good, Mom. Love you both.”
When Amanda and Brad were out the door, Taylor shut it and turned to face me. She fell back against the door and gave me a horrified look. “Oh. My. Goodness.”
Covering her mouth with her hands, she broke down laughing. “That was so close! What if they had walked in? We would have been caught in the act.”
Letting out a laugh of my own, I shook my head as my hand pushed through my hair. “That was very close. I’m pretty sure your dad knew.”
Horror washed across Taylor’s face. “No!”
“Yes. He was pissed when he first got here and he kept making little comments here and there.”
“That makes me feel a little sick. I mean, I’m sure my parents know we are sleeping together, but to have them show up when we are . . . well . . . doing what we were doing.”
My heart stopped for a brief moment at the thought of Brad walking in on us. My body trembled as I pushed the image away quickly.
The concerned look on Taylor’s face had me holding back my chuckle. God how I love her. With a wicked smile I said, “Playing?”
Her face curved into a grin so enticing I wanted to take her right this very second. “Is that what you would call it?”
We moved closer to each other while our breathing increased. Her beautiful green eyes turned dark with desire as I replied, “I wish we could finish playing, but we probably should head to Llano for dinner.”
Taylor jetted out her lip in a pout. “My parents kind of put a damper on today, I’m sorry.”
Kissing her on the forehead, I grinned. “Nah, it was kind of nice getting to know them. Plus, they helped us get you unpacked and settled so the next couple of days we can spend together doing whatever you want.”