Beg for It(72)

Reese leaned forward. “You told me to choose. I’m choosing.”

“What, exactly, did you choose?” She swallowed tears, hoping against every shredded scrap of hope she’d been denying she was holding on to.

“You. Us. If you’ll let me, the kids. Your sister,” he added with a grin that faded after a second so he could look serious.

He took her hand, and she let him, because she wanted to believe. She wanted to trust him. She squeezed, gently.

“You said you wouldn’t ask me to do what I absolutely can’t, Corinne. Right now, I can’t live in Lancaster full-time. But,” he cut in hastily before she could speak, “I can live here a lot of the time.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“Yes. Some day. When we’re ready. When it makes sense. Until then, I have a place I’m going to rent while I build something. I’m going to sell the farmhouse. I’ll spend whatever time I need in Philly, but I’ll make a home base here too. And eventually, if everything works out, we can talk about making a place together for all of us.”

“You’ve thought it out,” she said. “Sounds like you’ve really analyzed it.”

“It’s what I do,” Reese told her. “Figure out how to make the pieces work. I want them to work with you.”

“Me too.” She leaned across the table to kiss him, then sat back. “I’m still not keeping that money.”

“I’m going to take care of you the way I always wanted to, whether you like it or not,” he shot back.

Corinne studied him, this man who’d once been her boy. She sat up straighter and gave him a long, cool look. Then a smile.

“My list,” she said in that tone guaranteed to make him shiver and make his cock hard, “just got one item longer.”





About the Author


Megan Hart writes books. Some of them use a lot of bad words, but most of the other words are okay. She can’t live without music, the internet, or the ocean, but she and soda have achieved an amicable uncoupling. She can’t stand the feeling of corduroy or velvet, and modern art leaves her cold. She writes a little bit of everything from horror to romance, though she’s best known for writing erotic fiction that sometimes makes you cry. Find out more about her at www.meganhart.com, or if you really want to get crazy, follow her on Twitter at www.twitter.com/megan_hart.