Legend (Real, #6)(56)

Inhaling sharply at the memory, I need to cant my head back to meet his gaze, and when I do, he’s still smiling that powerhouse smile at me.

I thought I wanted to be loved. But now I realize, I don’t just want to be loved. I want to be loved by one man. This man.

He doesn’t look anxious or worried at all. He looks pleased, like a guy who’s just worked out as if he was born to sweat, and punch, and kick other men’s asses. Like a guy who knows he’s getting the girl at the end of the day—or like a guy who knows he already has her. Even if she hasn’t said “I love you” yet. Even if she’s with the Tates. And Miles is still out in the world somewhere.

“When are you leaving for Boston?” he asks me, taking my chin—just like that—and kissing me on the lips—just like that.

I gulp. “Tomorrow.”

My knees.

My poor tingling toes.

“Would you come with me?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me to Boston, Reese. For semifinals.”

“Like . . . travel with you?”

He nods.

My eyes widen. “I . . . YES.”

“Text me your traveling info when you get to the hotel. I’ll get us both on the noon flight.”

Me and him, together.

I don’t even know how I’m going to make this happen. I just know I’m making this happen. Brooke is always so understanding, and Racer always sticks by his dad when they’re on the plane. I can’t even fathom the Tates denying me.

He strokes the back of my head, then fists my hair in one hand as he draws me an inch closer. “I’ll take you to dinner, someplace nice. And I’ll drop you off at your hotel after.”

I find myself nodding. “Okay.”

“I’ll send you the confirmation.”

“I’ll send you my info.”

I should really probably stay away, but instead I lean forward and he steps closer, lifts me in his arms so that my mouth is leveled to his. And he kisses me, a toe-curling kiss that twists up my panties.

He sets me down and pats my butt. “Go then. Text me.”

“I will.”

I head to the doors. And I steal one last glance at him over my shoulder. Maverick is standing in the same spot, and when I catch him staring possessively at my ass, it makes me start to love the Himalayas like never before.

When I get to the hotel, I wait in the living room for the Tates to come back from their run. I hear Racer chattering outside and swing the door open.

“Hey, guys,” I say with a broad smile.

“Reese.” Remy brushes past me, carrying Racer up over his shoulders. Brooke pushes in the stroller and I help her fold it.

“Hey, is it okay if I go to Boston on my own? I’m meeting up with a friend,” I tell her.

She carries the stroller to lean it against a corner wall. “When do you get there?”

“To the hotel? By ten p.m. Maybe we’ll grab early dinner too.”

“It’s fine with us. Just tell your mother and it’s absolutely fine.”

“No,” Racer decrees from the kitchen where he and Remy are scouring for food.

“Racer, come on, let Reese enjoy her friend,” Brooke says, then she smiles and eyes me speculatively. “A boyfriend?”

“I . . . no. Just a friend.”

She smiles knowingly. “The guy back home?”

“Wee comes with me on Wemy’s plane,” Racer keeps protesting.

“Dad,” Brooke specifies. She groans and sends me a what-will-I-do-with-this-kid? look. “He hears us all call him Remy and he’s determined to call him that too. I’m going to have to start to call my own husband Daddy to see if it sticks.”

I laugh.

“Right, Daddy?” she calls as Remy lifts his head.

“That’s right,” he says as he fishes out a gallon of milk and pours Racer a small cup and himself a big glass.

I smile when Brooke joins them, then take out my penny and head to my room, kissing my lucky penny like a dope before I pull out my cell phone and text Maverick my info.





THIRTY-THREE


FIRST CLASS


Maverick

I’m wired today. Couldn’t sleep. Spent all night making our reservations, then picking the perfect restaurant in Boston to take Reese out.

I texted her the confirmation number and flight times, and she replied, I’ll see you there My cock’s on fire today. My whole body is on fire today. My brain is on fire, my whole body buzzing in anticipation of f*cking holding her, f*cking looking at her, f*cking making her mine again.

I read the text again while I wait at the airport and wonder if she got held up at the security checkpoint. “You masturbate daily, Mav?” Oz asks to my right.

“Yeah.”

I’m hard. So what. She does that to me.

“Do it more often.”

I clench my hands at my sides and exhale, trying to get it to come down. We’re at the boarding terminal, Oz and I.

I want to be alone with Reese, but I’m keeping a close eye on him too. Him and his “water.” I know it sure as heck isn’t water. But at least he’s cut it down some, now that I’m watching him so closely.

I want him to be well. I want him to want to be well.