Chapter 43
brANDON
In under an hour, we’re in McLaren Vale. It’s a peaceful drive compared to the traffic I’ve contended with living in bustling cities in the US.
“No more secrets,” Charlotte says quietly, looking straight ahead. “I know your world has been shattered, but you don’t need to face anything alone.”
We veer off the road and onto a dirt track. “I didn’t want to drag you into my problems when there was nothing you could do.”
“There is plenty I can do. And the first thing is getting this road fixed.”
I smile. “All right, princess. It’s happening next week.” She grumbles at me, but the view silences her. We get out of the car and stand beside the building, which will be the cellar door. There are rolling hills of different shades of green and yellow and a view straight to the ocean.
“This is stunning,” she murmurs.
“It is. I have plans for people to picnic out here with a play area for the kids. Inside, the décor will offer something unique, but the glass windows and doors with uninterrupted views will remain.”
She looks at me. “And I can do the remodeling?”
I nod. “It’s all yours, baby.”
She wraps her arms around me and kisses me hard. “I couldn’t picture it before, but now I can. I can visualize everything.”
We walk backward, lips locked, until we stop at my car. All I can visualize is being inside the woman I love. I lift her on the hood of the car, and she screams. “There is no one else around today,” I rasp out while unbuttoning her jeans. And I can’t think of a better place to fuck you.”
“On the car hood?” she asks incredulously.
“Better than lying on the grass to be bitten by inch ants or worse, a snake invading our space.”
“What the fuck, BJ?” she screams out and lifts her legs off the ground.
Right where I want them.
I lean in and kiss her hard. “The only snake you need to focus on is mine.”