Page 43 of Into The Rabbit Hole
“Taylor, will you be my girl?” he interrupted, shockingher.
Her mouth dropped and all she could do was stare at him. “Really, you’d wantme?”
The easy smile lifted the edges of his mouth. “Is that a trick question,Taylor?”
She had to think about that. And she had to slow things down in her mind. “I don’t want you to move too fast with me.” Because he may see something he might not like. There must have been a reason why Richard thought she was other-woman material and not the leading lady. She didn’t care that he’d told her he planned to propose and bought a ring. Everything else cancelled thatout.
“Why’s that, Miss Vanderville?” He chuckled. “You just told me you didn’t want to leave me, I told you to stay and be my girl, and you’re finding excuses togo.”
“I want you to be sure, and I don’t want you to be reboundguy.”
He sat up now, too, and looked concerned. “You’re really concerned about that, aren’t you? I mean, me thinkingthat.”
Shenodded.
“Okay, let’s do this. Do you see yourself feeling the way you do, about me, a week fromnow?”
That was easy. “Ofcourse.”
“Amonth?”
“Yes.” She imagined that if she felt like this now, in a month’s time her heart would be overflowing with love forhim.
“Okay, let’s go with a year.” He held her gaze and smiled when she nodded without eventhinking.
“Yes.”
He continued to stare at her, as if he was shocked by her response. She had to wonder if he expected anotheranswer.
“Taylor, if you can say yes to me so effortlessly to all those questions, then I’m not rebound guy. Also, if I may point out, that I saw you first and I’ve known you since forever. So, what do you say? Will you be mine?” The sexy grin returned to his face and her cheekswarmed.
The answer was a no brainer. “Yes.”
He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, cupping her face and stroking the skin there on the edge of her cheek. “I’ll take the greatest care of you, Taylor, and you’ll always be able to trustme.”
Wes looked into her eyes as he said that. It was like he could see the worries in her mind and wanted to eradicatethem.
“Thank you, and me. I’ll take care of you, too, and you can trustme.”
“Comehere.”
She moved to him, releasing the sheet and allowing it to drift down to her waist so that she was naked before him. Her skin molded to his and she giggled when he pulled her into his lap so she could straddlehim.
He was, indeed, ready for her again, and she once again allowed herself the pleasure of having him and being his. If only for a few more hours, she would forget the realworld.
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Chloe
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This was it.The moment of truth and reckoning. Wade’s bike had been delivered to the beach house about an hour ago and parked in the garage waiting for Wes and Taylor to comeback.
They came in ten minutes ago and she didn’t know which emotion overwhelmed her more: the built-up anxiety of waiting for fifty minutes for them to come back; the happiness of seeing them together and knowing that Taylor left with Wes last night and just returned with him, practically molded to him like she was an extension of him; or the guilty look they both had when she snapped at them and asked them what the hell were they too busy doing that they were late coming back. She’d told them the bike was going to be delivered at two and it came at two and neither of them werethere.
She had to calm herself or else she would explode. She stood next to Taylor and Kelly in the garage, watching Wes with the bike. Her skin felt hot and she felt like running around the room and screaming as she watched Wes carefully remove the microchip from a little section near the handlebar.
Its location interested her because she would have never guessed that it was there. She just thought the buttons there were all part of the bike’s functions. Actually, to be truthful, on the occasions that she’d ridden on the bike, she’d been too consumed with Wade to think about the bike itself and how itworked.