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Her laugh was low and sexy and hell. “There’s only one ride I’m interested in right now,” she told him as she expertly maneuvered them to change positions. She looked like a glorious, sexy vixen as she straightened above him.

His hands smoothed up over her stomach and up to cup her breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn beautiful.”

She hummed and moved against him in the most delicious way. He loved how she took what she wanted and was damn thrilled that she wanted him.

Soon, he didn’t care about their plans for the rest of the day. His focus was on the here and now and what she was doing to him. It was the greatest pleasure; passion like he’d never known, and the more they moved together—the more they climbed that precipice together—the more he wanted.

Needed.

His hands grabbed her hips and held on. It was too good. Too much. She was everything. His everything. And before he could stop himself, he said the words he vowed to hold in for a little longer.

“Love you, Sienna,” he panted. “I love you.”

****

The flight to Anaheim was only ninety minutes, and he was glad they had chartered it because apparently there had been some major delays with the commercial flights.

Eleanor had texted Sienna this morning with a bunch of pictures of her own showing how delighted she was with the surprise they’d sent her. Sienna had cried a little because she never would have thought of doing something like that on her own, and he’d had to reassure her that most people didn’t think like that. It was engrained in him because of his job; he’d had to cater to the whims of the rich and famous and sometimes he learned a little something that he could use for himself.

After she had relaxed a bit, he still felt like something was off. He couldn’t imagine that she was still upset over some bread sent to a friend, but whenever he asked her if she was okay, she would smile and assure him she was.

But the smile never quite reached her eyes.

Yeah, he was observant too, and he could tell when something was bothering her.

Had always been able to tell.

But they were heading off for their last big stop on this trip and for now he was simply going to attribute...whatever it was that was going on...as Sienna just being tired. After all, they hadn’t gotten a whole lot of sleep last night and maybe all this travel was catching up with her too. Mick was used to being on the go like this; hell, it was hard on him when there weren’t any tours going on and he had to stay in one place for more than a week.

Feeling better about figuring things out, he reached over and held her hand.

“I have a car picking us up when we land, and Lynn has made arrangements to have my car dropped off at the hotel so we can drive ourselves home tomorrow night.”

She nodded.

O-kay...

“Do you think Eleanor will want anything from Disneyland?” he asked. “I realize I don’t know much about her, but she doesn’t strike me as a person who’d want a pair of mouse ears or a t-shirt.”

That made her chuckle. “Normally I’d have to agree, but I think for the sake of keeping things light and cheery, we should definitely buy something like that for me to take home to her.”

Home.

Her home, not his.

Dammit.

She hadn’t mentioned anything about her travel plans once their trip was over, but he had a feeling she was going to leave on day fourteen because that was the original plan. He wasn’t stupid; he knew she had a job to get back to. It was just...he wished she didn’t.

Or, at the very least, a job that she could work remotely so she wouldn’t have to leave at all.

“Hugh took two bottles of wine with him last night and I have someone meeting him at the airport in Wilmington to take to the hospital.”

Turning her head, she frowned. “What? When did that happen? And...how did you even find someone to run that errand? He’s landing at like five in the morning.”

“Money’s a great motivator.”

With a groan, she pulled her hand away.