Chapter 37

For the next two weeks, when he wasn't busy dealing with his business, they were together. He'd sit on the couch on his own laptop while she wrote, making sure she took breaks to eat or go outside to enjoy the sun.

They'd been able to avoid the asshole and his twat in all that time even though they went into town a few mornings to have breakfast and then again for dinner. She was smiling more these days, too, and their make-out sessions had gone from mere kisses to some heavy as fuck petting that always left him hungry.

The house closing was coming up soon, and she still didn't know that he'd bought her favorite house. He'd taken her back there one day when she complained of being in a slump with her writing. It had perked her right up. There was only one hitch in his stride when he had to make a quick trip back home for an overnight run. It had been hell.

He felt like a bitch all the way there on the plane and called her as soon as he'd landed. He was a maniac at the office,