She lands in my arms and I struggle not to feel like the leading man, like prince charming, but hell, that’s exactly how I feel because I’ve captured myself a princess. But I’m more like a pirate and sometimes I worry my princess will wake up one day and discover she’s been kidnapped, that she doesn’t really belong.
Then Pink looks up into my eyes, adoration clear in her features, open and vulnerable, making my chest clench, because then I’m reminded how all-in she is with me. That’s how she is, how we are, so close to the point of no-return.
Barbara watches us and I wink at her over Pink’s head, then lower my face to kiss my girl, knowing we’re putting on a show for our realtor, and knowing Pink will be embarrassed. She tries to complain, squirms at first, until I hold her face in my hands, teasing her mouth with tender nibbles. Then I feel her relax into the moment, giving into the pleasure of where we are, ready to move in together.
“Okay, you two. Time and place,” Barbara says, equal measures of censure and amusement in her words.
We pop apart, or rather Pink pulls away and turns to Barbara, a hot blush crawling up her neck as I hold her to me, not letting her escape because I’m evil that way. Ever the pirate.
“Can I assume this means you like the place enough to make an offer?” Barbara says, still not cracking a smile because she’s all business now.
“Yes,” Pink says, nudging me with her elbow. “Right, Aiden?” She looks back at me.
“Right.” I’m looking at her, infusing that one word with everything in me, all the feelings of rightness I have about us, our connection feeling unbreakable. Like forever.
“Good,” the realtor says, nodding. “There’ll be enough time for celebrating the momentous occasion later. Let’s get this moving. All Star break doesn’t last forever.”
I appreciate the woman’s hurry, I really do. Because the team’s All-Star break is the only time I have to house hunt until the end of the season. Pink never has time for anything but work—and me. Her two favorite pass-times, though she won’t admit which is number one, I know it’s me.
Barbara says she’ll arrange everything from the packing to the move and our lawyer will handle the closing and all we have to do is show up and sign documents and have the key handed to us.
“You’re the best,” I say.
“Does that mean I get tickets to the next home game?”
What is it with everyone wanting tickets to games as payment? I shrug.
“Of course you can. Aiden will arrange it,” Pink says as if I’m a magician. But I’ll do it. I’ll do anything and everything for her.
And she’ll do anything and everything for me. I know this is true because she’s already cut back to working six days a week. She’s already re-arranged her schedule so she could travel to an away game. Now she’s leaving her treasured condo to move in with me.
Did I mention that she’s learning to cook? That I owe to my mom. Pink has a competitive streak and now she and my mom are in a cooking competition. For real. Am I lucky or what?
Right now, though, what makes me lucky is getting to wake up every morning with that glowing face beside me, a woman so vibrant and full of energy, so full of everything I need that I feel like a Leprechaun who’s found the proverbial pot of gold—if the gold were named Pink.
Not bad for a reformed Pirate.
# The End #
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USA Today bestselling author Stephanie Queen has been writing stories forever, the kind with happy endings. She lives in New Hampshire with her family and her cat. She loves to paint—pictures, not houses. She goes to the gym. More or less. She is the president of her local Chocoholics Anonymous chapter, after a long-standing denial and spectacular failure to control her permanent addiction to chocolate candy, specifically Dove chocolates with peanut butter. She is an alumni of UConn—Go Huskies!—and Harvard U.
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