Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Greyson
Rosie huffed softly as a truck parked outside. Drying my hands on a hand towel, I strode over to the front door and threw it open wide.
Myles and Juliet were backing out of the driveway, and Paisley was there on the front porch—hand raised to knock, eyes bright, smile tired. She walked straight into my arms.
“Mmm, you smell good,” she whispered into my chest, letting me hold her. The door closed softly behind her.
“Not as good as you do,” I teased. “I need a shower. I just came in from the shop.”
She laughed, squeezing me tighter. “I like you a little messy.”
Warmth flooded my veins. “Have I mentioned how much I missed you?” I said into her hair. She’d only been gone for four days, but it still felt like a lifetime.
“You? Big tough guy?”
I chuckled. “I’ve got an image to protect.”
Leaning back, she surveyed me with a smile. “And tough guys can’t be cinnamon rolls, huh? I think we call them alpha rolls. Or burnt rolls.” She shuddered. “Scratch that. No burnt things, please and thanks.”
“I’ve always been a goner for you, Pais. No hiding it.” I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Then I leaned forward, and she pressed her hands to my chest, rocking up on her toes.
Her lips were a gossamer touch, like a butterfly. Until the doorbell blared behind us.
“If it’s one of my brothers, I will punch him,” I growled, yanking the door open.
For the good of all the Satterfield brothers, it was only Juliet. She held up Paisley’s purse, giving it a little shake.
“Oops.” Paisley took the bag from her. “Sorry about that. I swear I was getting better, but clearly not.”
Juliet’s knowing gaze shifted between us, and she smirked. “I’ll let you get back to whatever I interrupted. Later.” With a two-finger wave, she tromped down the stairs.
I kicked the door shut. “Where were we?” I asked, arms slipping around Paisley’s waist.
“You were going to have a shower.”
My nose skirted over her neck where her pulse moved a little faster. “I’d rather pick up where we left off.”
“Then hurry up and kiss me before someone else interrupts,” she teased, going up on her tiptoes.
“Don’t even joke about that. Gabe is supposed to call, and I have every intention of ignoring him if he does in the next fifteen minutes.”
“Less talking.” She tugged my face up, and I obliged, her lips warm and soft under mine as I pulled her closer.
There really was no place like home.