Three months later
“I CAN’T BELIEVE he stole you from me,” Devon grumbled as Becca slid out of bed and started for the bathroom.
It was obscenely early, but she had a flight to catch.
“I should have gutted him when he offered you the job.”
She flicked on the lights in the bathroom and paused in the doorway. She was naked of course — clothes, pajamas, and sexy lingerie alike all seemed to melt away in Devon’s presence.
“You like Sam,” she reminded him.
“I used to like Roberts,” he muttered, throwing the covers back and advancing on her. “Until he took advantage of you.”
“By offering me a great job that is both fun and pays really well? That took me away from the HR mess that was PMG?”
Devon just grunted and an edge of annoyance gilded her tone. “I’m a good executive assistant, and you know it.” She bent, pulled her toiletry bag from beneath the cupboard of Devon’s sink.
She was still paying rent on her old apartment, not that there was any point. Not when she spent every free minute with Devon.
Except for the next forty-eight hours. Those would be with Sam Roberts, closing the deal he and Devon had been putting together.
While Devon stayed home. Which was why he was so grumpy.
At her tone, his grouchy expression faded. “I do know it. You’re the best executive assistant around.” His face screwed up. “I just—”
“Am going to miss me.” Silly man. She was going to miss him desperately too.
His face softened. “You’re darned right I am.”
Her lips turned up. “I love it when you don’t curse for me.”
He put his hands on her waist and tugged her close. “I love you. Period.” He gave a kiss that would have singed her socks, had she been wearing any, then reached behind her to turn on the shower. “Now get ready. I’ll make you breakfast. You’ll need something in your stomach for all the proverbial names you’re going to take and butts you’re going to kick.”
Her heart swelled so big it threatened to burst right out of her chest. “Devon,” she said and ran over to him when he paused in the doorway.
He didn’t miss a beat when she threw herself against him, just caught and slanted his mouth across hers.
“I love you,” she said.
A wicked grin. “I know.”
After another kiss, he released her and tapped her bottom. “Go on now. I’ll be waiting downstairs. With chocolate.”
“You’re my hero.”
He touched her cheek, smiled down at her. “And you’re mine, Bex. Always.”