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After a grunt and a shake of my head, I respond. “Alright, good.”

I screw in the last part of the fence and then we head back to Scarlett and my mom in the kitchen. It’s probably best not to leave them alone too long.

Chapter 51

Scarlett

I’ve been helping Libby clean up dinner. She’s stopped with her interrogation and is humming to herself as she washes dishes.

“Thank you for dinner. Getting tofu dogs was very nice of you,” I say.

“Any time! You brought us the best thing we could ask for—seeing our son. Make sure to bring him around more often, okay?”

“I’ll put it in his calendar. He likes a plan.”

“He’s very organized, isn’t he?”

That’s an understatement. I nod my head, agreeing with her.

Matt and his dad come back in. Matt comes over to me, wrapping an arm around my lower back.

“You ready to leave, sweetheart?” he asks close to my ear.

“If you are.”

Matt turns to his parents. “Okay, mom, thank you for having us, but we should be going.”

“Already? You two could stay the night, you know. Join us for church in the morning.”

“That’s okay, mom. We have to get out of here early tomorrow. Scarlett isn’t much of a morning person, so we need to head back.”

“It better not be more than three months until I see you again.” She points at him.

“I’ll see what I can do, mom.” He kisses her on the cheek and gives her a hug. He shakes his dad’s hand, “Bye dad. See you again soon, old man.”

“Ain’t no one old around here.”

“Whatever you say.”

It’s my turn now. “Bye, Libby! Thank you for everything.” I go to shake her hand, but she pulls me into a hug. The smell of a floral perfume consuming me.

“It was so nice meeting you, Scarlett! See you again soon!”

I shake his dad’s hand, and off we go to Matt’s truck. An hour later, we’re back at Matt’s ranch home hanging out in the pool. My feet dangle in the water while I sit on the edge.

I don’t want to leave tomorrow.

Matt keeps taking me to dream land. I’ll have to function back in real life come Monday.

After an hour, I head inside for a shower. Once I’m clean, I get some yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt on. Then I catch up on some e-mails in bed while I wait for Matt. Before I left work, I was in the middle of trying to convert two offices into a children’s day care area. It was an idea I was playing around with so we could potentially increase profits. I wanted to do some research before I brought it up to my partners.

Matt turns off the shower and then comes into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets highlight the muscles on his chiseled body. I bet I’m drooling.

He drops the towel and slides into the bed. He cups my head in his hands and gives me a tender kiss, with theslightest amount of tongue. His body presses against mine to be closer, our legs and arms entangled with one another. We kiss for at least five minutes, grinding on each other, before he starts removing my shorts.

He puts himself over me and teases me by nudging his dick over my clit. After a few strokes he inserts himself, slow and determined, without a condom for the first time. My breathing stops for a moment with the smooth sensation. It’s another level of intimacy I wasn’t ready for. This emotive side of him during sex is new. Are we makinglove?

Holy shit. Is he trying to tell me he’s in love with me without telling me?