Decklan shook his head. “Has he lost his mind?”
“I’m not sure he ever had it,” Amanda said. “The bottom line is, he just wanted Brad gone. And he almost got his wish.” Her voice shook at the very thought.
“Well, he didn’t. Do you want to get ready to go to the hospital and visit?”
She nodded. “But we have to stop by my apartment so I can pick up a changes of clothes. I think I’d call too much attention to myself in your sweats and my high heels.”
He grinned. “You look hot in anything.”
She stepped back and patted his cheek. “Charmer.” She started for the bedroom, but he grabbed her wrist.
“I have a question.”
She spun back around, happier than she’d been in … ever. Not only did she have Decklan back but there were no more lies between them. “The mood I’m in, I’m likely to agree to anything.” She wiggled her eyebrows seductively. “Go on. Ask.”
“Would you move to New York? I know you’d have to give up your dream job, but with Brad’s reference, I’m sure you could find something flexible here. And let’s face it, Gabe is pretty influential himself. He could help.”
The only sign he felt unsure of himself was the muscle ticking above one eye. “Good thing I thought about this.”
“Seriously? When?”
“Last night, while I laid in your arms, I knew I couldn’t be without you anymore. And Brad, well, after what he’s been through, he’ll understand needing to be with the one I love.”
“Damn, that was easier than I expected.” He grinned, lifted her up, and spun her around before walking back toward the bedroom.
She squealed and grasped him around the neck. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.” He had her down, clothes off, and cuffed to the bed before she could blink. She immediately became hot and aroused.
“Glad to see some things don’t change.” Decklan laughed. “I’ll always want a little kink. How about you?”
“Always,” she said in a soft purr, her body already softening for him. Not her ni**les, those were tight peaks. “What about the hospital visit?” she asked in a needy voice.
“We’ll get there. I promise. I just want to celebrate.” He pulled his shirt over his head, giving her a good look at his gorgeous, tanned skin and muscles she’d felt over and over last night.
“What are we celebrating?” she asked, rolling her hips in a blatant bid for attention.
His eyes dilated. “We’re celebrating forever, baby. That’s what we’re celebrating.”
And that was perfectly fine with her.