Chapter 48
MELLY
He was here! His beard and hair were unruly, and his jeans and plaid shirt were wrinkled. But to me, he never looked better. Felt better. Those calluses on his palms were rough against my cheeks, but it was another sign that it really was him. Gruff. Hardworking. Now travel worn.
“Change the contract?” I wondered.
He nodded.
“No end date.” No end date. “Not just your house or my house or my truck.” He looked up and glanced around. “For starters, I want to add the Chicago airport.”
I frowned. “You want us to be able to… to have sex in the Chicago airport?” I whispered part of that because we couldn’t be in any more of a public place.
His eyes narrowed, heated and that dark intensity was back.
“I want you, Melly Harwood, any way I can have you,” he admitted.
I glanced around, suddenly very, very eager for him to have me.
“Okay.”
His eyebrows went up. “Okay?” he said back.
I nodded.
Determination lit his features. He had my suitcase and my hand and was leading me further from my gate to… to–
A family bathroom.
He pushed the door open, tugged me in, locked it behind us.
Then he kissed me.