Page 50 of The Publicist

“I was going to head to Boston at the end of the week, but I’m thinking of changing my plans. I want to go home to see the family. Would you be willing to come with me?”

I sit up and look at him. “You want me to meet your family? Are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure. They’re going to love you. Please, say you’ll come?”

“If I say yes, will you let me go to sleep?”

He chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “Yes, I’ll let you sleep if you agree to come with me. I can show you everything—the town, my family, the spots I used to hook up with girls around town.” He wiggles his eyebrows and smiles at me.

“I’d better be the only girl you’re hooking up with from now on.” I snuggle down into him and smile.

“You’re it for me, Quinn. For as long as you want me.”

“You’re going to become all sappy on me now, aren’t you?” I smile, and he nods his head, rubbing his nose against mine. “Can we go back to when you were a sarcastic prick and I kept you on your toes? I’m not used to this lovey-dovey crap you’re pulling.” I laugh.

“Nope, this is the real me. Get used to it. I’m going to give you everything under the sun.”

“What if I want the moon instead?”

“Well,Princess, I’ll make sure to get you the moon then.” The laughter dies down and things become serious again. “Thank you, Quinn, for giving me a chance to try again. I know I’m jealous and overprotective, but I can’t help it. You make me crazy. I’d do anything for you.”

“Well, as long as you trust me and know that I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, then I can handle your overprotectiveness. Night, love.” I give him a loving kiss, close my eyes, and settle into his embrace. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be— safe and warm in Caleb’s arms.