Page 61 of Succeeding Love
“So okay,” I murmured. “My body feels like jello.”
“Mmh, let me see.” His hands moved to my sides, then I squealed as he squeezed me.
“Stop!” I laughed hysterically, thrashing on top of him.
His deep chuckles vibrated between us. His fingers quit their assault, and he hugged me tight.
“Your mine,” he husked deeply, his lips teasing my jaw. “You’re my girl now, Lynn. You know that, right? No take backs.”
I giggled at his playful tone. I folded my hands on his chest and rested my chin on them. “Then you’re my man?”
He smiled widely, kissing my forehead. “I’m your man.”
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“The sun is finally going down,” I said, staring out the balcony window at the pinkish sky. I was lying across Vin’s lap as he rubbed soothing circles up and down my back.
“Ready to use the hot tub?” he laughed softly.
“Not yet.” I rolled over to stare at him. We used half the foil packets he brought, and as great as a hot soak would feel right now, there’s something I need even more. “I’m hungry.”
“Are you hungry, orhungry?”He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Regular hungry for now,” I giggled. “I need food.”
“Yeah? I guess we worked up an appetite. Want to just order room service?”
I bit my bottom lip, thinking for a few moments, then shook my head. “Let’s go out. The baby ducks are hungry too.”
Ducks
“Where’d all the baby ducks go?” I observed the river as we walked hand-in-hand through the Riverwalk trail.
“It’s late. They’re probably sleeping somewhere,” he pulled against my hand, pulling me against his frame and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
The height difference made me fit perfectly into his side. I felt my face heat at the protective way he was shielding me from the people passing in the busy crowd. Even after the past few hours in the hotel, I’m still getting those frustrating butterflies at his slightest touch.
“Where do you want to eat?” He grinned down at me, those green eyes of his catching the gleam from the lights strung up all around. “Tacos again?”
“No,” I laughed. “Mexican food for dinner two nights in a row?”
“Plus, we had it for lunch,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “and I ate taco after that, too.”
My face had to have turned bright red. I giggled at his dirty joke. “You can’t say that!”
“Why not?” he chuckled. “It’s true. I plan on going back for seconds later.”
Well, crap. There goes my new pair of undies.
The path got narrower, and Vin had me walking in front of him with both arms around me to guide me. I think he was looking out for me to keep me from falling in. I kept stumbling around as we laughed and teased each other. The stone pathway trips you up if you aren’t paying attention.
We passed a corner of the Riverwalk with a couple of tightly packed restaurants. I was lost in Vin, staring back at him, trusting him completely to guide me as I laughed at another crude joke. That was when I heard a chorus of voices yelling out, “Miss Micheals!” all at once.
I looked around frantically, confused when I heard my last name.
“There,” Vin pointed at the restaurant we just passed.
There were about two dozen teenage boys leaning over the railing on the patio of a restaurant, yelling for me. My son was at the center of them. Preston almost looked smug looking down at us.