typing so she didn’t respond. Instead, she just held her breath.
Let’s meet for coffee at the diner and I’ll tell you about it. It’s too important for text. Tinsley is heading to her gallery in an hour. Want us to pick you up?
Skye looked over her shoulder and saw Trent silently watching her. “Mornin’,” he told her with a smoldering look that told Skye this was going to be a very good morning.
No. I’ll meet you there. I may need a little extra time.
Skye set her phone on the side table as Trent pulled her on top of him.
“Now this is a way to wake up every morning. I could get used to this.”
“Good. You need to.” She tried not to laugh at Trent’s look of confusion.
“Things will go back to normal. This will be over soon and your life can go back to normal.”
Skye shook her head as she placed her hands on his bare chest. She felt the muscles tense under her fingers. “I don’t want my normal life back. I want a real life. I want privacy. I want love. I want it all. And I want it here, with you.”
“What are you saying?” Trent asked as she began to wriggle against him. She saw Trent fighting to stay in control, but she didn’t want him in control. She wanted Trent underneath her and completely out of control.
“I’m saying that regardless of what happens with my career, I plan on moving to Shadows Landing. Half of my movies are filmed in Georgia anyway. I’ve made my career now. I’ve established my reputation and I don’t need to be in L.A. to pound the pavement for auditions anymore. I do believe Charleston has an airport and maybe Ryker will let me borrow his plane every now and then.”
The smile on Trent’s face left her soaring with happiness. That and what he did next with his tongue. It was good being Trent Faulkner’s girlfriend. She bet being his wife would be even more spectacular and that was something she was beginning to want more than any acting award or role.
“What are you doing?” Trent asked as he got out of the shower.
“I love the chunky highlights, but I’m making my hair totally blonde so I can fit in here better. I’m going full South Carolina girl,” Skye said as her hair was processed. The time was almost up as she slipped on a pair of cowboy boots and a cute white lace skirt.
“Pretty,” Trent told her as he toweled off.
Yes, she could do this everyday for the rest of her life. “Can you help me rinse my hair?”
“Sure,” Trent hung up his towel and walked nude over to her. “Bend over.”
Too bad he was talking about putting her head in the sink and not what they did earlier. She wouldn’t mind a repeat of that. Yup, she could definitely get used to this every day.
Skye held the towel around her shoulders together with one hand and bent over the sink. Trent turned on the water and only when it was warm did he start rinsing her hair. Her hairstylists certainly had never made her feel this way before. His fingers combed through her hair and seemed to caress her scalp in a way that sent tingles down to her toes.
“There you go,” he said, turning off the water way too soon. She’d been lost in the feeling of his strong hands gently massaging her scalp and never wanted it to end.
“Oh shoot, I have to hurry.” Skye saw the clock and realized she had fifteen minutes to meet Karri.
“For what?” Trent asked as he pulled on his boxer briefs.
“I’m meeting Karri at the diner.”
“That’s not a good idea,” he told her.
“It’s fine. I don’t look like me,” Skye bristled at the tone of voice he used.
“Skye, someone is supposed to be with you the entire time.”
“Then have Granger or Kord pick me up in ten minutes. I know you can’t take me because of your master plan.”
Skye knew Trent wasn’t happy, but he stalked off to make the call while she blasted her hair with the hairdryer. She used the diffuser and her hair had a relaxed, beachy vibe to it by the time she was done. She’d even tinted her eyebrows to make them a dark blonde and the effect was worth it.
Skye slipped on the navy blue, off-the-shoulder, bell-sleeved blouse with tiny white whales on it and checked herself out in the mirror. She picked up her