Make Me Yours (Top Shelf Romance Book 4)

by Devney Perry

  His dark lashes squeezed together. The cords of his neck flexed tight. His stubbled jaw clamped shut.

  Breathtaking.

  So much had happened since the day Cole had come back into my life. The highs and lows of my emotional roller coaster had been almost too much to handle. But I couldn’t regret a second of that ride—not if this is where I got to step off. Here, in the arms of this incredible man.

  Cole collapsed on top of me, holding me close, as we panted for air. I pressed my hands flat onto his back, not wanting to let him go quite yet, until, finally, we’d regained our breaths and the room had stopped spinning. He slid out and fell onto the bed at my side. Then with a fast tug, he pulled me onto his chest.

  “Now, I’m wiped.”

  I giggled into his neck. Between the hike and the sex, I bet he’d be dead to the world in less than five minutes. “I’m going to clean up. Be right back.” With a peck on his cheek, I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I hurried to clean up, wanting to make it back into his arms before he fell asleep.

  Cole was waiting when I slipped under the blankets he’d turned down. He pulled me into his side and nuzzled his nose into my hair. Then he took my hand and laced our fingers together. “Are you okay? Being with me?”

  Since I’d completely broken down after our first kiss, his question didn’t surprise me. He was probably waiting for me to have another crying jag. But there was nothing about sex with Cole to cause anything other than tears of joy.

  “I’m better than okay.” I kissed his chest. “I’m wonderful. And you’re the only one I want to be with.”

  “Good.” He blew out a relieved breath. “Do you want to talk about why your rings are gone?”

  I should have known he wouldn’t miss that. “It was time.”

  “You can always talk to me about him. About how you’re feeling. Promise you’ll tell me if it ever gets to be too much.”

  “I promise, just not here. This bed, it’s a place that’s just for us, okay? This is only ours.”

  He kissed my hair. “Okay.”

  I closed my eyes and snuggled closer, glad that he liked to cuddle. “Good night.”

  He yawned. “Night, my pretty Poppy.”

  Then I fell asleep next to the second man I’d ever had sex with. The man who had set out to win my damaged heart. The man who had been healing it ever since.

  The man I saw when I dreamed of the future.

  The next morning, Cole and I were slow to start the day.

  Since I didn’t have boots, we couldn’t take the morning hike I’d originally planned, so instead, we lazed in bed. After he’d made me come—twice—and shared my shower, we forced ourselves apart and left the lodge, making a stop at Lake McDonald.

  “I’ve seen so many pictures of this lake, but none of them do it justice.” Leaning into Cole’s side, I couldn’t believe this place was real.

  The glassy water reflected the blue mountains in the distance. Some of the trees had started to turn, their yellow and amber leaves contrasting with the surrounding evergreens. But my favorite part was the lake rocks. Round, smooth stones of every color—red, green, blue and yellow—rested under the water’s surface.

  “I want to come back here some day and take a canoe out on the lake.”

  Cole’s arm around my shoulders pulled tighter. “Maybe we should come back every year. This could be our annual vacation.”

  I smiled. “I like that.”

  This park would always be special to me, mostly because this was the place where Cole and I had really started. I’d happily come back every year to spend a weekend together. And I loved that Cole assumed—just like I did—that we would be together. That I’d be the one he’d spend his annual vacations with.

  “Give me your phone. I’ll take your picture.” He let me go and held out his hand.

  “Okay.” I dug it out of my back pocket and handed it over.

  Cole backed up, but I didn’t turn right away. I kept my eyes on the lake and threw my arms out to my sides, tipping back my chin to let the sun warm my face.

  “All right.” He chuckled. “Turn around and smile.”

  I dropped my arms and turned, but instead of smiling, I blew Cole a kiss.

  He clicked a few pictures, then gave me back my phone. “Do you want to stay or should we head back?”

  I looked over my shoulder at the lake one last time. “We’d better go. It’s a long drive.”

  “Okay.” Cole fell in step behind me as we walked up the dirt path to the truck. He opened my door, then went around to his own. His movements were stiff today, the aches from our hike yesterday likely setting in, but he hadn’t complained.

  As we pulled onto the highway, he took my hand. “When we get back, how long do you think it will take you to pack up stuff for a few days?”

  “Pack? Where exactly am I going?”

  “To my house.” He grinned. “You’re stuck with me now.”

  I smiled at Cole’s profile. He hadn’t shaved today and his jaw looked sexier, more rugged with his thick stubble. When we got to his house, my tongue was going to get up close and personal with that jaw. Packing light—or fast—had never been a strong suit, but tonight, I’d be setting a personal best. “Ten minutes. Fifteen, tops.”

  And if I forgot something, I’d just swing by my place tomorrow before work. I was more than willing to get up thirty minutes earlier if that meant I got to sleep in Cole’s sleigh bed.

  The only down side was that I’d have to block out the image of another woman having slept there first. “How attached are you to your bed?”

  “My bed? Well, considering I just bought it a few months ago, pretty attached.”

  That wasn’t what I’d expected. “You just bought it?”

  “It was time for an upgrade. That one is brand new. Why?”

  “Oh, just curious.” I covered my mouth, pretending to yawn, when really, I was hiding a huge smile. Cole’s house, here I come. He didn’t know it yet, but I’d just claimed that bed as mine.

  His kitchen too.

  We drove awhile in silence, taking in the scenery as we navigated the windy roads out of the park until we hit the main highway that would lead us back to Bozeman. Cole pulled into a gas station to fuel up and I hopped out, wanting a drink for the ride home. “I’m going to get a water. Want one?”

  He nodded, digging his wallet out of his back pocket and tossing it over. “Thanks, beautiful.”

  Beautiful.

  I smiled at his new endearment. Pretty Poppy was still my favorite, but beautiful was a close runner-up.

  Hurrying inside, I used the restroom and then got Cole and I both waters and some licorice for the rest of the trip. Just as I was coming outside, I heard a yelp from the parking lot of the farm and ranch supply store next to the gas station.

  I searched for the sound just as I heard it again. The yelp was coming from an old red truck where a woman was setting out a sign next to a tire.

  Puppies for Sale. $1500. Purebred German Shepherd.

  My feet immediately changed direction. Fifteen hundred dollars was way too much to spend on a dog, but since looking was free and I loved puppies, one glance wouldn’t hurt.

  “Hi!” I waved to the woman as I approached her truck. “Would you mind if I looked at your puppies?”

  She smiled. “By all means. Please.”

  I leaned over the tailgate and five pairs of brown eyes all came to me, tails wagging frantically as they licked their metal crate. “Oh my god.” Now I knew why people spent fifteen hundred dollars on a dog. One look, and I was in love. This woman could have my car if that meant one of these fur babies could come live with me.

  “Pop—oh, shit,” Cole muttered, walking up. The minute he spotted the puppies and the look on my face, he knew exactly what I was planning. “So much for going to the pound and getting a rescue pup.”

  I’d told Cole that I was planning on getting a puppy from the pound to satisfy Jamie’s list, but that pl
an was history. My next dog would have to come from the pound, because I was buying one of these puppies today. Besides . . . “These dogs need good homes too, don’t they?” I asked the woman, hoping for some support.

  She just backed away, not making eye contact with a scowling Cole.

  Chicken.

  I’d expected her to jump right in and help me make my case to Cole as to why I was going to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a puppy.

  “Cole, look how cute they are.” I turned back to the puppies. One of them—the cutest one—had retreated to the back of the cage, lounging while its siblings were still licking the crate. “Besides, it doesn’t matter where the puppy comes from. The list just said to get a dog to keep for its entire life.”

  Jamie’s family had always had ranch dogs, but he’d always wanted a pet. A dog that could come inside or that he could take on jogs around the neighborhood. He’d wanted a dog to become man’s best friend, not be another employee of the Maysen ranch. This puppy was just the kind he would have gone for—probably because this was exactly the type of puppy I would have gone for.

  I had no idea how I’d fit a puppy into my life, but the little one in the back, the one more interested in watching the activities than being front and center, was my new dog.

  “Do you take credit cards?” Cole asked the woman.

  My head whipped away from the dogs as Cole stole his wallet from my hand.

  The woman grinned. “I sure do.”

  And just like that, I had a puppy.

  An hour later, my new dog was on my lap and the back of Cole’s truck was filled with pet supplies we’d bought at the farm and ranch supply store.

  “What should we name you?” I cooed as the puppy perched her paws on the door to look out the window. “I’m thinking . . . Nazboo.”

  “What the fuck?” Cole muttered. “No, Poppy.”

  “What’s wrong with Nazboo?”

  He frowned. “I don’t want to be outside yelling ‘Come here, Nazboo.’ ‘Sit, Nazboo.’ ‘Don’t fucking eat that, Nazboo.’ Pick a normal name.”

  I laughed but shook my head. “No. Nazboo is cute. It’s from one of Kali and Max’s cartoons and it’s unique.”

  “Veto.”

  “Fine. If you’re so particular about the names, let’s hear your pick.”

  “Hmm.” Cole rubbed his jaw with one hand, brainstorming quietly as he drove with the other.

  While he attempted to come up with a better name, I stroked Nazboo’s back. She was, by far, the most precious dog I had ever seen. Her coat was mostly black, but she had the typical German shepherd tan spotted on her legs, her belly and the sides of her face.

  And now she was mine to love and cherish until the end of her days.

  “Well?” I asked. “What do you think we should name her?”

  Cole looked over at me and my girl, then shook his head before admitting defeat. “Nazboo.”

  45th Birthday: Pull a fire alarm

  Cole

  “Thanks for coming up.” Dad leaned his forearms on his desk. “Ready when you are.”

  Matt, in the chair at my side, dove into his update for Dad on the liquor store murder case.

  “We’ve gone through the video footage and narrowed our search down to six vehicles in the shopping complex at the time of the murder. All were driven out of the complex by women fitting our rough description. We weren’t able to get all of the plates from the security camera footage, so we crosschecked the ones missing plate numbers with stoplight cameras. Before we came up here, I sent a request to the DMV to get registrations. Hopefully by Monday we’ll have names and I’ll start bringing people in for questioning.”

  Dad nodded. “Good. I hope you two are onto something.”

  “Me too,” Matt and I both said in unison.

  It had taken nearly two months—two long months—of digging through the camera footage to get this far. Ever since the night in the garage when I’d shown Poppy my gun, Matt and I had looked at the case from a new angle. This time around, we’d searched the footage for a woman.

  It hadn’t been easy. Between balancing my work on the drug task force, my normal caseload and everything else that was happening in my personal life, the last thing I wanted to do most mornings was lock myself in the conference room and scour camera footage for a couple hours before a full day’s work.

  But if this paid off—if we actually found Jamie Maysen’s murderer—it would all be worth it. It would be worth every minute if we could give Poppy some peace.

  It had been a month since we’d officially gotten together up at Glacier. A month and we hadn’t spent a night apart. She’d get up early and go to the restaurant. I’d get up early and come to the station. We’d text throughout the day, and if I had free time, I’d stop by for lunch. And in the evenings, I’d spend a couple of hours working on that old truck while I waited for her to finish up at the restaurant.

  Basically, we’d both work our asses off until we could quit for the day and meet up at my house. Then we’d spend the rest of the night unwinding in my bed.

  Our bed.

  One thing I’d learned this past month was that Poppy belonged in my house. With her there, it felt like home.

  “Where’s Nazboo?” Dad asked.

  “I dropped her off with Mom after lunch.”

  Dad grinned. “She loves that puppy.”

  “Yeah.” I grinned back. Nazboo was a keeper, even if she did have a dumbass name.

  A dog like her should have a name like Sadie or Bailey. Instead, she was named after some weird pet dragon from one of Kali’s cartoons. But I seemed to be the only one who thought Nazboo was a ridiculous fucking name. Everyone else loved it, especially Poppy. So I hadn’t put up much of a fight and started calling her Naz, which was easier to swallow.

  “I think she might be the best puppy I’ve ever seen,” Matt said. “I told my wife I’d consider getting one too if I could guarantee she acted like Naz.”

  “We lucked out, that’s for sure.” Naz rarely had an accident, she didn’t nip at fingers, and she’d only chewed one of Poppy’s shoes. After that, we’d made sure to always have a rawhide nearby, and from then on out, Naz had never chewed on anything else. But it was her personality we all loved the most. She was mellow—for a puppy—and as sweet as sugar cane.

  Naz had become my sidekick during the day, hanging out with me at the station or riding around in my truck if we were doing fieldwork. Bozeman was a dog-friendly town, and a couple of years ago, the station had started allowing senior officers to bring their dogs to work. Naz was now one of three dogs in the bull pen on a regular basis, and the times that I couldn’t bring her with me, she stayed with Mom.

  “All right.” Dad checked his watch. “I’ve got another meeting in five. Keep me posted on how your interviews go.”

  Matt nodded. “Will do.”

  We all stood and Dad shook Matt’s hand. “Nice work, Matt.”

  “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “This guy has been doing most of the work.”

  I scoffed. “I don’t know about that.”

  I’d been the one to watch the majority of the camera footage, but Matt hadn’t been sitting idle. He took his role as lead seriously and he’d done a lot of fieldwork while I sat behind the scenes. He’d interviewed all of the original witnesses again. He’d spent hours at the shopping complex, learning all of the ins and outs of the area so we could zero in on potential blind spots the suspect could have hidden in. Matt had even spent hours going over the case with Simmons.

  Surprisingly, Simmons had memorized a lot from the case. He might have delegated things too far down the chain and his documentation skills were shit, but what he hadn’t written down, he’d kept in his head. I was still pissed at Simmons for being lazy these last few years, but he wasn’t the one to blame for letting Jamie Maysen’s killer walk free. He’d just looked at the investigation like the rest of us had.

  For a ma
n.

  Female killers were rare, and even though we’d been trained to keep our eyes open to any possibility, I couldn’t blame Simmons for spending his time focusing on a male suspect. The camera footage from the liquor store was deceiving. The killer looked like a man.

  But maybe we were finally getting somewhere.

  “It’s been a team effort,” Matt said. “I’d better get back to it. Bye, Chief.”

  “Bye, Dad.” I turned to follow Matt out the door but Dad stopped me.

  “Cole, stick around for a sec.”

  I sighed, jealous that Matt had made his escape. Lucky bastard. “What’s up?”

  Dad pointed to the chair, so I resumed my seat. “I’ve decided on something and wanted to tell you before the announcement is made next week.”

  The muscles in my shoulders tensed at his tone. “Okay.”

  “I’ve set my retirement date. Two more years, and I’m done.”

  “Wow.” I’d expected Dad to work for at least another five. Maybe ten. He loved his job. “That’s . . . soon.”

  “It is, but your mom and I have been talking a lot about how we want to spend the remainder of our years. Both of us are in good health. We’ve been careful with our money. So rather than waste these next ten years in the office, we want to have some time together. Maybe travel. And we want to be close with our grandkids.”

  Grandkids. That was the reason behind the sudden short timeline. My sister had stopped by the station two weeks ago and told me she was pregnant. I was fucking ecstatic for Evie and her husband, Zack. They’d been trying to get pregnant for years until they’d finally resorted to IVF. Now my sister was as happy as I’d ever seen her and the early ultrasounds showed they were expecting triplets. It made sense that Mom and Dad would want to be around to help with three grandbabies on the way.

  “Congratulations.”

  “Thanks.” He nodded. “But that means we need to get serious about making transition plans. Two years is going to fly by and we’ve got to start prepping you to take over as chief. We should get you involved in more committees. I’d like you to get more play in the politics and—”