Page 110 of Taking the Pitch
Judd took one look at me and the joy on my face and made Mr. Miller an offer right there on the spot.
We are now the proud owners of thirty acres right next door to Kessler and Lucy. We can’t break ground until spring when the weather clears up, but that hasn’t stopped us from going out to our property when the weather permits and think about where we want things to be.
If everything goes as planned, we should be in our new home by this time next year. If we can ever agree on a floor plan, thatis. While we both agree that we like the drawing that’s in the library and want the exterior of the house to reflect it. Our tastes differ on the layout, thus the multiple trips to the property.
“Good morning, Shortcake,” Judd says, walking into the bathroom and carrying an iced coffee for me in one hand and a mug of hot coffee for him in the other.
I take the glass from him, taking a sip from the straw before setting it down on the counter and standing on my tiptoes to give Judd a quick kiss on his lips. Turning back to the mirror to finish my makeup.
“I bring you coffee and that’s all I get?” he asks, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout.
I roll my eyes at him in the mirror. “You gotplentythis morning,” I tell him. Swiping mascara onto my lashes.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Amelia?” he asks, stepping up behind me so my back is flush with his front.
“And what if I did?” I challenge. Meeting his stare in the mirror.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out later, huh?” he says, dropping a kiss to my hair and stepping back. “Wouldn’t want you to be late to brunch with the girls.”
Turning around, I lean against the counter, furrowing my brows at him. “Since when do you care if I’m late to meet the girls, if it means you get a chance to fuck me?”
He shrugs. “It’s the first brunch since Charlie’s been back. I figured you didn’t want to be late.” He steps forward and places a finger under my chin, tipping my face up to his. Green eyes boring into mine as he says, “Plus, that gives me more time to plan your punishment.”
The promise in his words sends chills down my body.
Dropping a chaste kiss to my lips, he backs out of the bathroom, giving me a wink before disappearing back into the bedroom.
Leaving me suspicious,andturned on.
When Bruno and I arrive at Cate’s Bistro, Charlie and Hazel have already been seated and a pitcher of mimosas is sitting in the middle of the table.
“Sorry I’m late!” I apologize when I reach the table. Charlie stands and gives me a giant hug before I take my seat and Bruno settles down at my feet. “What did I miss?”
Hazel pours me a mimosa and places it in front of me. “Well, for starters, you missed a spot riiiight here,” she says, poking her finger into a spot between my neck and collarbone. The spot I tried, and obviously failed, to cover this morning.
I pull on the collar of my leather bomber jacket, trying to cover the spot. “I told Judd he better not leave a mark,” I grumble, taking a huge drink of my mimosa.
“Looks like he didn’t listen,” Hazel says with a smirk, taking a sip of her own drink.
“Obviously,” I say, taking another sip.
Charlie picks up her own glass, taking a drink. I do a double take. “Charlie, are you drinkingwater?”
Charlie sets her glass of water down and presses a hand to her stomach. “My stomach has been feeling off since we landed yesterday. I don’t know if I ate something bad, or if I’m just feeling some weird effects of jet lag. But I wasn’t going to miss catching up with you and Hazel.”
“We could have rescheduled,” I tell her.
She shakes her head and waves me off. “No, no. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll feel better after some toast and more water.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I am, I promise,” she reassures me.
The waiter comes by and sets a fruit tray in the middle of the table, then takes our food order. Leaving as quickly as he came.
“So, let’s get down to the good stuff,” Hazel says, refilling our mimosas. “Charlie, you first. How was your trip? Meet any hot guys?” Hazel looks over her shoulders and lowers her voice. “Sleep with any hot guys?”
Charlie’s cheeks turn red, and she plucks a grape off the fruit tray, popping it in her mouth.
