They ate in the family room in front of the TV.
They fucked in her bed.
And Nick didn’t get a text from Jed until they were fucking to tell him her watcher had taken off (a text he obviously didn’t take until after they finished).
He did not like that.
Then again, he didn’t like any of the shit they had to wade through.
It was time he quit fucking around. It was time to form the intricate plan he had to form to get them through the shit and fulfill the promise he made a dead Hettie.
It was time to get done, move on and guide them both to their happy.
But first, because it was his job as her man that he give her more reasons life was worth living, he was going to take his woman to Vegas.
* * * * *
7:48 – Saturday Morning
Nick woke feeling Livvie trailing a finger along his chest. The touch was light, sweet, and it stayed that way as she traced it down to his ribs.
She added her mouth at the base of his throat, it tracked his collarbone.
When he felt her hair gliding along his shoulder, he turned into her, gathering her in both arms, holding her on their sides.
She hitched her leg on his hip, her fingers now trailing his back, her face in his throat.
“Like your place,” she muttered, sounding sleepy.
“Good,’ he muttered back, not sure why she said that since “good morning” was more appropriate, not to mention, they were waking in her bed for the first time.
Maybe she preferred his.
“It’s you,” she went on.
“Yeah,” he replied unnecessarily, because it was. He spoke at all because she’d stopped but she seemed to be feeling chatty because she continued.
“I feel safe there.”
Fuck, he liked that.
He closed his eyes and pulled her closer.
“Good,” he whispered.
She pressed even closer, her fingers no longer sketching mindlessly on his back but instead, her hand was pressed tight to his lat.
“But I like you here,” she said, her voice softer, huskier, both of these with feeling.
He rolled her to her back, rolling on top, lifting his head, catching her eyes.
Yeah, she was feeling.
A lot.
Nick said nothing.
“I like you in my house,” she continued. With her leg hitched on his hip, Nick had fallen through both when he rolled her. Now, she wrapped her calf around the back of his thigh. “I like you here because, if this fucks up, if I lose it, if I lose you, I’ll have that.”