get the electrical finished, it might be easier for you to move into Guidry Place. I think we can have the downstairs fixed up. You’ll have a kitchen, and the master bedroom is attached to a study that could easily serve as Luc’s room.”
He would find a way to move himself in, and in a few weeks, she would wake up and wonder how that ring had gotten on her finger.
Because he was pretty sure he was going to marry her and stay here in Papillon and raise a family.
“I hadn’t thought about that. It would be nice to be on my own,” she said with a smile. “Even Zep has his own space, though it’s an apartment over the garage. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, but I’ve never lived in a place that was all mine.”
She wanted to. It was easy to see she wanted a home where she was the queen. He could give her that. Oh, he couldn’t afford to buy her a new house, but he could fix up the one she had. He could put all his talent and care into making that old space a wonderful home for her and Luc, and eventually for himself. She would see they could make it work and that Papillon was the place for them.
“I can have it ready in a few weeks, maybe less. Once the electrical is cleared, we can move you in and you can work on the house whenever you have time,” he promised.
“It won’t get condemned?”
He shook his head. “It was never going to be condemned. The house isn’t nearly as bad as everyone around here thought. You’ll have it gorgeous in no time.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone believe in me the way you do.” She moved back toward him now, her arms drifting up around his neck. “I think you should take me to bed now, Harrison Jefferys.”
He wanted nothing more than to do exactly that. He leaned over and picked her up, carrying her the short distance to her room. It was next door to Luc’s, though according to what she’d told him earlier in the evening, it hadn’t been so long since she’d had his crib in her room.
She’d been a girl who’d had to grow up fast. Then she’d been a mom. He wanted to make sure that tonight she felt like a woman. His woman.
He eased into her small bedroom. It was pretty and feminine and made him think about what Sera could do with a space if she had serious cash to decorate. She had a great eye for design, for making a room both comfortable and stylish.
But she needed a bigger bed, though the good news was they would have to cuddle.
The even better news was he got to kiss her and be with her.
He tugged her shirt off before lowering his mouth to hers. Over the baby monitor, he heard a little huff and sigh.
Sera smiled. “It’s okay. He’s just turning over. He’ll let us know if he needs us. Right now, I’m the one who needs you.”
He wasn’t about to ignore the invitation in her words. He let his hands find her hair and sank them in, reveling in how soft she was, how perfectly she fit against him. “I thought about you all day. I didn’t like you going to New Orleans without me.”
She tipped her head back, her palms running under his T-shirt. “I didn’t, either, but I absolutely love that you took care of passing that first inspection for me. You’re right. I would have obsessed over it, but next time I want to be there. I want to learn how to handle these things.”
“I can teach you.” He kissed her over and over again. He would love teaching her, standing beside her as she grew confident. With a twist of his hand, he eased her bra off and tossed it to the side.
“I can teach you, too,” she said with a sexy smile. “I can teach you how to make me breakfast and how to babysit so I can have a girls’ night.”
He loved it when she was playful. The intimacy they’d found wrapped a warm blanket around him. He hadn’t realized how cold he’d been before he met her. “If you’re not careful, I’ll think you’re with me for my babysitting skills and not my fabulous body.”
Her hands came up to pull his shirt over his head and it joined her clothes on the