ready for anything,” she said. I could feel her smile against my skin. My heart overflowed with love.
We both climbed into the bath, water slashing and spilling over edges onto the tiles. I didn’t care. Eva sat with her back to me, leaning against me while I washed her stomach and her breasts, taking my time as I massaged over her skin.
An idea I’d had during the flight came back to me. “I was thinking . . . with the payout I’m getting from work I’ll have enough money to get us a bigger place. Want to go house hunting over the weekend?”
Eva hesitated. “What about the place I’m supposed to move to?”
I paid special attention to washing between her thighs. My fingers stroked lovingly over the tufts of hair that had grown since her last wax. No way did I want her to go all smooth again. She purred like a kitten, pushing her mound up to meet my hand.
“Baby, I think we should get our own new place. Somewhere we both choose where we can start a new life together. Somewhere I can have access to you twenty-four/seven. What do you say?”
“I say yes. I like the idea of moving in with my own personal bodyguard. It’s sexy, and you’re so much hotter than Kevin Costner.”
I laughed. “And I definitely have a bigger dick than he does, too.”
We were going to be okay.
Thank fuck.
Chapter 50 — Eva
Three Months Later
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Lying propped on my elbows with cushions under my stomach in the tall grass only yards from the crashing waves, I took a deep breath of the crisp, salty air while I lay in the sun to get a bit of a tan on my legs and back.
Harrison had run up to our new beach house to fetch cold drinks and an umbrella while I just relaxed. He fussed over me like a mother hen, and although I wasn’t used to it at first, I’d slowly become accustomed to it, and now I totally enjoyed being spoiled by my man.
We’d only moved in a few weeks ago and were still adjusting to living so close to the beautiful ocean, so that morning we’d decided to make full use of the clear blue skies and beautiful weather.
I flicked lazily through my tablet, looking for online wedding sites as inspiration to make a mood board on social media. Harrison and I decided that Jade deserved her moment of glory as the blushing bride and I was relieved to have more time to plan my special day. Our wedding was going to be everything I ever dreamed of since I was a little girl and the exact opposite of the day on the island with Nolan.
It was an easy decision to get married after Ryder and Jade, as we didn’t want to steal the limelight from them. My turn would come soon enough and I still had to pinch myself that it was going to happen and that Harrison had committed to me.
Part of the fun of planning a wedding was looking at pictures to get ideas for décor and venues and I was taking my time to get it just right. The most important part though was my search for a non-traditional dress. The last thing I wanted was a gown that reminded me of Nolan or that awful day. Harrison was totally cool with my ideas and told me all he cared about was that I showed up and didn’t do a runner on him. As if.
Whoa! What was that?
Nolan’s mug showed up in a breaking news article and I sucked in a breath as my gaze fell on his frowning face partially covered by his raised arm to ward off the camera. I couldn’t help a smirk. Oh the irony of how he tried to avoid his picture being taken after his arrest.
Every time I saw Nolan’s face on the news during his ongoing trial, I’d have a sickening twist in my stomach. It was only recently, after weeks of therapy, that I developed a sense of indifference whenever I heard or saw anything related to him.
Just as I wanted to flick my finger over the screen to make the picture disappear, the headline caught my eye.
Ex-senator Nolan Parker Found Dead.
I held my breath and read the rest of the article. Most of it was old news so I just skim read over the parts that mentioned the disgraced senator had stayed in a luxury penthouse under heavy security while