Undeniable Love - Page 71/103

“I just need to grab my wrap and purse then we can leave.” Turning, she began walking through her house. The way her ass moved in that dress I knew I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of her. I couldn’t help but notice she slightly limped on her left foot still.

Looking around, I noticed Ryn had begun packing. My heart soared at the idea of Ryn and I being together. I hated that my father had a heart attack, but in a sense, it finally woke me up to how miserable I was in my life. It felt like the last year I had been on autopilot, nothing to really look forward to each day.

Things were different now. I was going to be back home, running my family’s hunting ranch and doing what I loved to do, and Ryn would be with me.

Smiling, I shook my head. What a difference a year makes. I still had the feeling deep in my gut that scared the shit out of me about Ryn and I. We certainly had been on full throttle since getting back together and a part of me wondered if it was just the excitement of finally having her back.

Then there was the playroom. Putting my fingers up to my temples, I began massaging them.

“Do you have a headache, Tristan? We can stay here and order take out if you want.”

Giving her a smile, I shook my head, “It’s just stress from everything that’s going on. All the moving and getting things settled. Once we eat, I’ll be fine. You ready?”

Ryn tilted her head and gave me a look like she didn’t believe me. “I promise you, Ryn.”

Walking up to me, she reached up on her toes and gently kissed my lips. “Sometimes I have to pinch myself.”

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Why?”

Her eyes lit up and her face turned serious. “I’ve never in my life been this happy. I loved what we had before, but now it feels—”

“Special? Magical?”

Nodding her head and dabbing a tear from the corner of her eye she kissed me again. “Tell me,” she whispered against my lips.

Ryn had gotten into the habit of asking me to tell her I loved her. If I could tell her every second of the day, I would.

“I love you, baby.”

Smiling, she laced her fingers through my hair and pulled my mouth closer to hers. The kiss was passionate from the get go. Our tongues danced around each other as Ryn moaned into my mouth. I was two seconds away from lifting her dress, pulling off her panties and fucking her.

Pulling back and panting to catch her breath, Ryn spoke. “We . . . better . . . get going.”

“Yeah, we better.” Taking her hand, we made our way out to the car. My nerves began acting up again and I tried like hell to push them down. If I let it show how scared shitless I was, Ryn would pick up on it. “So, have you told your office yet about the move?”

Ryn rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. “I’d rather not talk about the office right now.”

Pulling my head back in shock, I nodded. “Okay. No shop talk.”

Swinging her legs into the car, Ryn simply replied with, “Thanks.”

Whatever had been bothering Ryn, she quickly pushed it aside on the drive to the restaurant. She began talking about how excited she was to start the process of finding a builder.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you what Dad said. His best friend from high school is a builder. I should say, was a builder. His company built the house Lark and I grew up in. His son has taken over the business and they’d love to talk to us about building our house.”

Ryn turned to me and smiled. “I love that idea. That adds a whole other sentimental element to the whole process.”

Nodding, I agreed. “I think you’re right, it does.”

Pulling in front of The Driskill, I waited for the valet to come and give me a claim ticket. “Are you staying the evening with us, sir?”

“No, dining at the Driskill Grill.”

Smiling, he gave me a polite handshake. “Enjoy your meal with your wife, sir.”

Stunned into silence, I couldn’t move. “What?”

The young kid looked at me like I was crazy. “Um, excuse me, sir?”

Glancing over toward Ryn, I watched as she smiled and had every single guys attention as she walked toward the entrance. Shaking her head, she laughed at something an older gentleman said to her.

Turning back to the valet, I had no idea what possessed me, but I answered him back with, “She’s not my wife. Girlfriend. She’s um . . . my girlfriend.”

Grinning he said, “Wife or girlfriend, enjoy your evening, sir.”

Walking toward Ryn, I was unsure why this kid’s comment had thrown me for a loop. Placing my hand on the small of Ryn’s back, I guided her into the hotel and made our way to the restaurant.