The Right Swipe (Modern Love, #1)(99)

Warmth bloomed in her chest. “I’ll love you soon too. And then it’s all over for you. I look out for the people I love even when they don’t look out for themselves.”

“Same.” He pressed a number of kisses on her face, including the tip of her nose. “You said you were the only one who could protect your heart, but I’m going to protect the hell out of your heart.”

Ohhhh. Well, there went said heart, turning to mush.

“I’m also going to make you take a break. Like right now.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“In a few minutes you would have hopped out of bed to check your phone or email or Twitter.”

“Ugh. You know, I should check my Twitter. See what the damage is.” The dread in her voice must have been apparent to him, because it was loud and clear to her.

“I’ll never tell you how to run your business, but . . . you could not do that.”

“No. I have to. I should—”

“Or . . . hear me out . . . you could not.”

Her smile was reluctant.

“You have marketing and lawyers, right? Let them handle it for now, and take a beat for yourself. Let’s nap. We’ve both had a hectic time lately, clearly.”

“But—”

“What did you just say, about looking out for your people when they won’t look out for themselves? Seems like you should take some of your own advice sometimes. That’s the fair thing to do.”

She harrumphed. “Fine, damn it.”

He kissed her, and after a beat, she responded. “This is going to take some getting used to,” she murmured. Delegating. It’s just delegating.

“We’ll go slow. We’ll talk. Trust me, we can make it work.”

“I like your confidence, buddy.”

“I have enough for both of us.” He touched his finger to her nose. “I’m so glad I swiped right on you.”

Rhiannon smiled and ran her hand over his stomach. “Me too. Now run out and get some condoms.”

“There should be an app for that.”

A flare of interest had her sitting up, and he shook his head. “No.”

“An app that delivers condoms. And food.”

“No.”

“And the person who delivers it is your hookup.” She gasped. “Call it PostDates.”

He groaned, but again, high-fived her.

She liked him so much.

“Not now, Rhi. Make a note, but shelve the empire for a night.”

Rhi. Would she ever get tired of hearing it? Probably not. “Fine. I’ll take over the world tomorrow.”

“Good.” He yawned and hugged her tight. “I’ll hold your purse.”

“I never carry a purse.”

“I’ll hold your sweatshirt then.” His smile was warm, and so was his embrace. “Or better yet, I can be your sweatshirt.”





Acknowledgments


A NEW SERIES can be an intimidating venture, and it’s important to have the support of professional and personal superstars in your corner. Thanks to Erika Tsang and the team at Avon/HarperCollins, and to Corey, Jenice, Zee, Allie, and Lillie for reading early drafts of this book. A special thanks to Sarah Wendell, who is an invaluable source of kindness and inspiration.

All my love to Aly, my emotional support system, who lured me to the best coast and has made my transition such a joy (your glee in introducing me to people is secretly my favorite thing); to Kristin, my first (and finest) roommate and an eternal friend; to Jen, my most steadfast supporter and wine-tasting companion; and to my family, who are so proud of me but constantly ask when my books will be made into movies already. Call me, Hollywood, it would make my mama really happy.

Finally, I cannot thank you enough. Seriously. Every book feels like the hardest book I’ll ever write, and the most satisfying part is when I reach the end and know that soon it’ll be in the hands of readers who need it and love it and get it. To slightly paraphrase the great Jason Mendoza, you make the bass drop in my heart.

We’re all in this together. Much love.*