Right there, my quote inscribed over his heart. Happy tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. He’d remembered the poem.
Lowering my head, I rested over his chest, promising myself that I’d never let him go.
His hand came up and started caressing my hair as he began to stir, and I felt him brush against my leg, his arousal growing harder.
I leaned over the side of the bed, picking up my now useless lingerie, which had two hooks ripped off because he got impatient fiddling with the ribbons in his mad rush.
“I liked that stuff,” he mumbled, making me drop the lace. “Who knew I’d like you in clothes more than I liked you naked?”
I leaned up over him, shooting him an insulted look.
He barked out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that exactly,” he backtracked. “But it definitely enhanced your points of interest.”
I rolled my eyes and swung my leg over his body, straddling him as the thunder cracked through the sky.
I leaned down, whispering over his mouth. “Let me see what I can do to enhance your point of interest.”
And I snaked my way down his body, hearing him suck in a breath and grab my hair as I took him in my mouth.
***
Jared stood at the kitchen sink, looking even sexier doing dishes than he did when he worked on his car.
I’d made breakfast, and afterward he started cleaning up, just like he always did. As a kid Jared grew self-sufficient, and he was good about cleaning up, even when we had lived together for a couple of years in college. Thank goodness that hadn’t changed.
I joined him at the island and placed my dishes in the sink.
“Jax borrowed my cooler last month,” I told him, holding his hips from behind and kissing his back softly. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
We were off with a group of other drivers today for a nice cruise up to Chestnut Mountain for lunch. Even with the light drizzle outside, nothing was stopping me from making the trip. Jared with me in a car. And a long drive with music. In the rain.
A perfect day.
He twisted his head, kissing me. “My duffel is in my old room,” he muttered between kisses. “See if he can grab me a change of clothes, would you?”
I nodded, sinking into his mouth again before pulling away to leave through the back door.
My clothes got pummeled as soon as I stepped off the back porch, but I didn’t speed up into a run. I never ran in the rain. My bootcut jeans covered my legs, but my toes were bare in my black flip-flops, and while my fitted black polo shirt wouldn’t go see-through with getting wet, my arms—bare in their short sleeves—already glistened with the light drizzle.
Stepping through the gate, I traipsed across Jax and Juliet’s revamped backyard, complete with a finished deck and a landscaping scene. Fallon had used her engineering and designing expertise to experiment with their space, making it even more beautiful and inviting.
I opened the back door and called out, “Jax!” I stepped in, closing the door behind me. “Juliet!”
“In here,” I heard her voice from the bathroom off the side of the kitchen.
Thunder rippled outside, and I bit back my smile as I damn near bounced to the bathroom.
But I stopped short, seeing Juliet leaning over the toilet, coughing.
“Whoa, are you okay?” I rushed to hold her up.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she grumbled, flushing the toilet and leaning back up and wiping her mouth with a hand towel. “One drink. One damn drink last night,” she complained, “and I wake up feeling like crap. Why am I such a lightweight?”
“You are.” I laughed, drawing her a glass of water. “I remember high school.”
She arched a brow, glaring at me. “I don’t want to relive that. You looked hot, and I was trying to be nice.”
“By throwing a beer on me?” I shot back, handing her the glass. “To cool me off, you said?”
She snorted and shook her head at the memory of how tipsy even a little liquor got her before taking some water. She’d never been a big drinker, which was probably good, because neither was Jax.
“I need to grab my cooler,” I told her over my shoulder as she followed me out of the bathroom. “I assume it’s in the garage?”
She nodded, setting down the glass and righting her dainty red peasant blouse, loosely tucking the hem into her jean shorts.
“And I need to get a change of clothes for Jared. Is Jax in the bedroom?” I inquired, not wanting to walk in on him.
“He’s in his office.” She jerked her chin to the stairs. “You may as well grab Jared’s whole bag. He probably won’t be spending any more nights here,” she teased.
Yeah, probably not.
I turned to leave, but she caught my hand.
“I’m happy for you,” she said, her tone even and serious. “You and Jared . . . I didn’t always think he was good enough for you, Tate,” she admitted. “But there was a time when I didn’t think I was, either.”
I stood there, happy that she’d surprised herself.
She squeezed my hand. “He’s a good man.”
I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks.”
Running up the stairs, I stepped into Jax and Juliet’s bedroom and spotted Jared’s black duffel in the corner by the window.
Quickly stuffing the spilled clothes inside, I lifted the bag by the straps and flung it over my shoulder, thankful that his time in ROTC had at least taught him how to pack light.
I made my way for the door but stopped, spotting a circular black leather box on the dresser.
My jaw tingled with excited energy as I picked it up. I knew I shouldn’t open it, but I had a feeling that Jax was going to ask Juliet soon. And if the ring was just sitting out, then he must’ve already asked her. I wanted to see it.
But then if he did, why hadn’t she told me?
I glanced at the door, seeing no one in the sliver of hallway visible, and looked back down, cracking open the box.