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December 18, 5:03 p.m. 26 seconds
(Vista Inn, Ann Arbor)
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After Kyle parked her precious Tomato in the underground motel parking, Juniper loaded up his pimped-out new SUV and instructed him not to look. Watching her from the rearview mirror as she struggled with several large packages and a small suitcase, Kyle shook his head. He knew an offer of manly muscle would lead to a clobbering. Now that he would be coming often to Ann Arbor—unbeknownst to his family—Kyle was glad he had Evan remotely buy this car. His life was for her now.
Does she know how much I want her?
Does she know how much she means to me?
I have to tell her.
I don’t want to lose her.
When Juniper slipped into the passenger seat next to him, the ache inside him grew so big that it physically hurt.
He. Wanted. Her.
No. Matter. What.
That thought was an aphrodisiac. He looped his arms around her waist and in a swift motion dragged her to him. His lips clamped over her mouth and his hands found her bare waist and explored the satiny skin under her thick sweater.
“Hey, beautiful, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” It was a loaded question. He had been waiting to claim her since they had met.
Juniper looked up at him, her hazel eyes dusky green with desire. “Probably not as long as me.”
“No, you had me at ‘help,’ hanging off the scaffolding. This is a contest you don’t get to win.” Seizing her hand, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her palm and she hissed in response. With a wicked smile, he turned to the dashboard. “Address.”
Laughing, he slammed his door and started the SUV. It was amusing that she only gave him vague directions.
She must really want to surprise me.
“Little troublemaker, you’re the only person allowed to surprise me. No one dares keep me in the dark about my time and my destination.”
“Well, insurrection is my brand.” A sweet little smile played on her lips.
“And time used to be mine.”
