Love Handles (Oakland Hills #1)(107)

Bev kissed the tip of his nose. “She worries too much. And so do you.”

“I’d airlift you home if I could.” He gripped her shoulders and pushed them apart. “Now I have to call a cab.”

“As if I’d let you.”

“Oh, bossy again, are we?” He raised an eyebrow. “Nice try, but as of yesterday at eight a.m., I am the boss of this here establishment until you and Baby Fite come back to work.”

“Yeah, well, I still own this here establishment.”

“Community property state, babe. Fifty-fifty.”

She exhaled in frustration and slumped back in the chair, feet sticking out. “More fine print,” she said. “I swear, from now on I’m not signing anything.”

He laughed and held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll carry you to the sofa upstairs.”

She lumbered to her feet. “Forget it. You may be cute but I’ve learned my lesson. Four months of bed rest. You have no idea what I’m going through. From now on you may admire me from a respectable distance.”

He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her tight. “This is about right,” he said, eyes full of love, and kissed her gently on the lips. “It’s selfish of me, but I’m glad you came.”

She buried her smile in his neck. Inhaled his scent, practiced her love bites. “Better make it worth my while.”

He growled and moved his mouth over hers, kissing her like a man who knew she was going to let him carry her wherever he wanted.

Just one more time.