Page 116 of Finding Redemption

“Agreed.” She rolls toward me. “We didn’t use your gift.”

“Next time.” I slide my arm around her as she snuggles my chest. I reach down, grabbing the blanket. “Here, baby. I don’t want you to get cold or shock anyone that forgets we’re here.”

“Mmm, thank you. You’re so warm. I feel safe in your arms,” she murmurs.

“I’ll always keep you safe.”

“Happy birthday, Walker Ian,” she whispers into my chest.

“Happy birthday, Destiny Reese.” I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

It’s the last words we speak for the night. Sated and in love, we fall asleep.

26

Abuzzing sound rouses us from sleep, Walker sits up on his elbow, scanning the room. He crawls out of bed, grabbing his phone from the table. “Hey, man. We’re up.” His voice is heavy with sleep. “We’ll be right over.”

I raise up on my elbows, the blanket falling over my breasts. “It’s so early.”

Walker turns, a wicked smile on his face as he ogles my boobs. “Good morning.”

“Here.” I point to my eyes. “I’m here.”

“I’m looking at everything south of your eyes and I like it.” He inclines his head to my bare chest.

“I need my bag. We have presents to open.”

He tosses me my bag. “Shit, I forgot mine. Someone seduced me last night and I lost my mind.”

I roll my eyes. “Put what you have here on. Once we get back, run out to the truck, five minutes and you’re changed. Let’s jump in the shower.”

“Now you’re talking.” His lids fall heavily over his eyes.

“We’re showering, no sexing me up or we’ll be late.”

“Just a quickie, to hold me over.” He grabs my hips when I stand, pulling me into him.

“In the shower.” I twine my fingers in his, leading us to the bathroom.

“Oh, wait.” He jogs over to the table by the door, taking something from it.

“What’s that for?” I nod toward the greenery in his hand.

“Mistletoe.” He smirks.

“You don’t need that for me to kiss you.”

“I’m not holding it over your head, baby.” He bites his lip as wetness pools between my thighs.

Twenty minutes later, I walk through the door as Walker runs around to the truck. “He forgot his clothes last night,” I say when everyone looks at me.

“We have time, we can wait. Did you sleep well?” Cynthia asks, setting coffee on the table.

“I did. I can’t figure out why Walker won’t stay here.”

“Boys and their independence, I suppose. I often think it’s about memories of Sallie.” Her eyes drop to the floor.