Page 106 of Shattered Veil

Blushing, she takes out the jewelry cases. “I’m going to return these.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” I pack the up the cases. “In fact, later, I want you to wear these. And nothing else.”

I whisk her home and we race up to my bedroom. With her suitcases lying strewn across the carpet, I’m balls-deep in my woman wearing a chunky emerald necklace that matches my eyes.

“This... This is how I want you. Every night. Naked, but draped in jewels I bought you.”

It’s not who we are to the outside world. I wear jeans and she loves leggings. This is how I get to show her exactly how much she means to me.

We both come in a rush and take a nap from the high-octane afternoon. With the sun setting, we wake up and make love again.

After, I leap from the bed, adrenaline pumping through me, until I trip over her luggage.

Laughing, I show her the second closet in my bedroom. “Put anything you want in here. Consider it yours.”

She tilts her head from the bed. “Here’s one condition I have.”

“Can I add blow jobs to these stipulations?”

“Sure.” She slips into my T-shirt and bounces toward me.

“What’s your condition?”

“I wantthatcloset.” She points to mine.

“I say we share it. There’s a spare room on the other side we can bust into.”

“You’d break down walls for me?”

“You’ve broken down mine.”

She gasps and holds her head. “Oh no.”

“What, baby?”

“The money. I left it in my closet at home. In a shoebox. I want to give it back to you.”

“That’syourmoney.” And I wish she’d think of this as her home.

Baby steps.

The biggest pun in the world.

Stress returns to her face. “What are we going to tell my father?”

“When we have a plan, when we know whatwewant,wewill tell him. If it was just a marriage proposal, I’d speak to him myself. But I will always respect you. And with a wee-one in the picture, I won’t devalue you to your father by leaving you out of the conversation.”

I consider the little wins to get the ultimate prize.

For the mother of my baby to love me.

“I worry my father is dangerous, Balor,” she confesses softly.

I laugh. “Not as dangerous as my brother Lachlan.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Ella