Page 77 of Last One Home
“So surly when I’m not kissing you.” He swept aside her hair to nip her ear.
“I’m glad you didn’t listen.” She cradled his face in her hands, hardly believing her path had brought her back here, to this man.
The one who’d been so right for her all along.
“Just because you can manage on your own doesn’t mean you should.” He lifted her up in his arms, sliding her body against his as he tugged her off her feet to kiss herthoroughly. “I don’t suppose you have any of the bedrooms finished inside this place?”
He paused to open the front door of the remodeled cabin. Warmth drifted out to envelop them along with the scent of sawdust and pine.
“There is one.” Now that she didn’t have to move up the renovation, she had hours to love this man.
“Good.” He carried her across the threshold and locked the front door behind them. “I want you to show me because I’m in the market for a house. I’m tired of renting. And I have a family to think about.”
Her heart swelled at the possibility they could stay right here in this place she’d come to love deeply. “Really?”
“Only if it can feel like home to you.” He wrapped a hand around each of her thighs and levered her legs up around his waist, striding through the kitchen with her toward the new staircase. “I want a house you’ll never want to leave.”
“This is going to be perfect.” Heat flooded her skin at the intimate brush of their bodies. Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt as he climbed the stairs to the all-new second story.
He took them sideways through the open door at the top, the one bedroom she’d set up. The bed waited at the center of an otherwise empty room, a new white duvet rumpled on top of the sheets where she’d slept for the first time the night before.
“You know what makes a house a real home?” he asked, tunneling strong hands under her sweater to caress her hips. Her waist.
“Love.” She edged back to look him in the eye.
“That’s right.” A grin lifted one side of his mouth as he lowered her to the bed. “Let’s make some.”
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That’s all forLast One Home, but there’s another Take the Backroads story called Last First Kiss when Gabriella Chance returns to Heartache…
Coming home was never part of Gabriella Chance’s plan. But Heartache, Tennessee has a way of calling you back—especially when the past refuses to stay buried.
As a trauma counselor, Gabby knows how to help others heal. What she doesn’t know is how to face the memories she left behind, or the man who once held her heart. Clayton Travers is no longer the carefree crush she remembers. He’s guarded, and fighting his own battles.
As old feelings resurface and painful truths come to light, Gabby and Clay are drawn together. But as they contemplate a future, they find out that coming home isn’t about where you’ve been—it’s about who you’re willing to fight for.
