Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)
Lane called out, “Corina, are you free tonight?”
My head turned as Lane walked into my room from his class next door.
He stopped when he saw Mitchell. “I, ah, I wanted to go over the lesson plans you made up.”
I sighed. Lane had no business teaching first graders. He hated it, and it was beginning to show. Even Chloe had mentioned how all the kids in the class didn’t really like Mr. Lewis.
“Lane, you taught high school,” I said. “Why is first grade throwing you?”
Mitchell chuckled, and I shot him a look that warned him to behave. Even though Lane knew I was with Mitchell, he still tried his best to get me to spend time with him. It was getting annoying.
“They’re not,” Lane said. “I just had a simple question.”
“You don’t need her to be free for the evening to ask a simple question,” Mitchell said, his eyes daring Lane to argue.
“Where are the spelling books?”
The spelling books? He can’t come up with something better than that?
“In the cabinet, under ‘spelling lessons.’”
Lane frowned. He had totally made himself look like a fool not only in front of me, but Mitchell as well.
“Right. Thanks.”
When he turned to leave, I called out. “Remember, I won’t be here next week. Paxton will be, though. I’m sure she can help you if you need anything.”
Lane smiled. “That’s right. Your brother is getting married. Are you looking forward to the trip?”
“I am.” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
Mitchell walked up to me, wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m looking forward to it, too.”
Lane let out a harsh chuckle. “Wait, you’re going? To the wedding?”
“Of course I am. I’m looking forward to meeting Corina’s family.”
Lane huffed a little before he forced a smile. “Right. Well, y’all have fun.” He hightailed it out the door.
I faced Mitchell. “The flowers are beautiful. Thank you.” Our lips pressed together, but before things got heavy, I drew back, remembering I was still at work.
Mitchell leaned his forehead to mine and whispered, “I could kiss you all day and never get tired of it.”
“Hmm, I feel the exact same way.”
“You ready to head home?”
“Are you off already?” I asked, glancing up into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I am. I took the rest of today off so we could finish packing. Mom and Dad want to have dinner over at their place before we head out.”
“Oh, that will be fun. I haven’t seen the whole gang in a few weeks.”
Mitchell laughed. “Yeah, Mom was pretty happy knowing she got all the kids rounded up for the evening. Two weeks without a family dinner was longer than she could take.”
“I bet. What time do we have to be over there? I need to run by Mrs. Johnson’s and pick up a pie for Paxton.”
“I told her we’d get there a bit early. I figured you’d need to get Milo all set up and let Mom know the little bastard’s routine.”
“Don’t call him that! He loves you.”
“He loves me? I wake up in the middle of the night, and he’s sitting on my chest staring. It’s like he’s plotting to take me out or something. That little fucker is amazing at intimidation tactics.”
I chuckled as I reached up and kissed Mitchell again. He was so allergic to Milo, and Milo loved him so much. He slept either on Mitchell’s chest or somewhere near his head every single night.
“Just think, a week with no cat.”
He closed his eyes and let out a delighted moan. “No sneezing. No hair on my uniform. No missing food from my plate when I turn away. It’s going to be fucking heaven.”
My hands covered my mouth in an attempt to hide my laughter. Milo had gotten into the habit of reaching his paw up and taking food off of Mitchell’s plate. He never did it to me, only Mitchell. I was convinced Milo was messing with the man I loved out of pure jealousy.
“Let me finish up really quick, and we can head on out. I want to make sure Paxton has everything for the little monsters.”
“And I’ll just sit here and admire my beautiful girlfriend doing her thing.”
My stomach fluttered. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Mitchell was mine and I was his. Life was beautiful. Perfect in every single way.
“Come on, Milo. Get into the carrier. You’re such a good boy.”
Milo sat on the sofa and stared at me like I was insane. He did his little bark meow thing and turned his head from me.
Bruff.
“Milo. Don’t ignore me. You’re going to have so much fun exploring Melanie and John’s house. It’s huge!”
“Why don’t you just grab him and push him into the thing?”
My mouth dropped open as I turned to Mitchell. He was leaning against the kitchen bar with his arms folded across his massive chest. He looked absolutely yummy in a University of A&M baseball cap.