About That Kiss:A Heartbreaker Bay Novel(50)

He sank his fingers into her hair. "I need you to tell me now, Kylie."

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

All the stress and tension drained from her as she slid her arms around  his neck and relaxed into him. "I love you back, Joseph Michael Malone."

He didn't smile. "I wasn't sure you heard me at the marina."

"I did. I'll never forget it. I also heard that Molly yelled at you at the hospital, middle-naming you. There's a group text."

"I'm really going to have to beat the shit out of my team," he said  mildly. He cupped her face and brought it close to his, and their next  kiss was far more serious than the one before it. This time when they  broke for air, clothes were missing.

"Be sure," Joe said.

"I'm sure that if you stop, I'll find your gun and shoot you."

He smiled, probably at the thought of her trying to overpower him. "I  meant be sure about me. You know a relationship with me won't be easy.  There will probably be days when we'll want to kill each other."

"There are days like that now."

"Funny," he said and kissed her again, stopping just as it got really  good. "I almost forgot," he said. "I have something for you." He reached  into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a small wooden carving.

She blinked. She could tell he'd carved it himself, but beyond that she  had no guesses. "Did you make a . . ." She turned it around in her palm  but it looked like only one thing. "A penis?"

He paused to stare at the carving and then laughed. "Okay, yeah. Let's  go with that." He waggled a brow. "For when I can't be with you. Beware  of splinters."

She grinned and pulled him down for another heart-stopping kiss. "Stay  with me, Joe," she said against his mouth. "Always be with me so I don't  need the wooden penis."

He laughed again and the easy sound of it made her smile up at him. "This feels like a dream," she murmured.

He tossed the wooden carving aside and nudged himself into the vee of her thighs. "How about this? Does this feel like a dream?"

Heat pooled low in her body and she had the sudden urge to divest him of the rest of his clothing. "Definitely not."

"Good. Now eat your muffins. You're going to need the energy for what I have planned."

Liking the sound of that, she nearly swallowed a blueberry muffin whole  when he brought it to her. When she was done, he carried her to her bed,  where he carefully set her down before slowly crawling up her body  until he could look straight into her eyes. "We should discuss terms."

"Of course," she said, rocking up into him. "But I think I need a  preview of the perks on offer before I can negotiate properly."

"My pleasure." He brushed his lips gently against hers before getting serious and deepening the kiss.

It was a long time before she could think again, and her first thought  was she had no idea what was going to happen, but she had no doubt they  were going to make this work.         

     



 

Joe laced his fingers in hers and brought them to his lips. It was a  small, sweet gesture, but as she'd already learned with him, actions  always spoke louder than words and his actions told her everything she  needed to know. "You're mine now," she whispered.

He smiled, apparently not at all concerned. "I'm okay with that."

"And I'm yours."

"My wildest dream come true," he said.





Epilogue





Two weeks later



On Kylie's first day back to work, Joe walked into Reclaimed Woods to  find Gib at the front counter. The guy looked up from his computer,  expression carefully blank.

"Problem?" Joe asked.

"I like the guys you work with," Gib said. "Archer. Lucas. Reyes and the  others. I like your good friend Spence too, and Caleb, because he just  spent a fortune on some of my stuff. I'm also fond of your sister.  Molly's good people. Really good."

Joe wasn't sure where this was going, but he nodded. He liked all of those people too.

"But I've never liked you," Gib said.

Joe felt a rough laugh leave him. "Yeah, well, that's not exactly new information."

Gib didn't smile. "I'm going to trust that everyone knows something about you I don't, that you're a good guy."

What was he supposed to say to that?

"You going to take good care of her," Gib said.

Joe nodded. "I am."

Gib went back to his computer screen.

And thus, apparently temporarily vetted, Joe headed through to the back.  He found Kylie in a huge apron, covered in sawdust, large protective  goggles on her face. She was bent over a saw, milling something that was  sending sparks and more sawdust into the air that circled her like a  puffy cloud as she worked with great concentration.

Afraid to startle her, he stood there and watched a moment, marveling at  how just laying eyes on her warmed his heart and eased his soul. He'd  grown soft, he realized, by allowing her in. But there was no going back  for him. He'd rather suffer the weakness of loving her and having her  in his life than reverting to his empty life before her.

He was just damn lucky-and grateful-that she seemed to feel the same  way, that she'd been willing to fight him, fight for him. He waited  until she stopped, turned off the saw, and eyed whatever she was working  on before moving closer.

She whipped around, and at the sight of him, sent a brilliant smile in  his direction, at once making his day, his week, his month, his entire  life.

"Hey," she said. She tossed off the goggles and threw herself at him.

He caught her up and lowered his head, finding her lips with his, trying to promise everything he didn't have words for.

"Mmm," she said when the kiss ended, leaving her eyes closed, her mouth curving. "Missed that."

He'd left her bed six hours earlier and he was quite certain he'd kissed  her thoroughly then too. Every inch of her. "I've got something for  you," he said.

Her eyes flew open as he carefully lowered her back to the ground. Her  leg was healing up just fine, but it still bothered her some and he  could tell by the slight tremor in her body that she'd pushed herself  too far today. "Sit."

"Gimme," she said. "One of Tina's muffins?" she asked hopefully.

"Something even better. Sit first."

She rolled her eyes but sat on a stool.

He pulled her beloved penguin from his pocket.

Her mouth curved in a little oh! of surprise as she held out her hands  for it. "It didn't burn," she breathed, hugging it to her chest.

"There wasn't a lot that made it out," he said, "but several of your  grandpa's pieces actually did. It was all being held as evidence until  today."

She looked up, her eyes meeting his. "There's more," she guessed.

He reached into another pocket and pulled out a second small wooden  carving. Another penguin, the mirror image of the one she held.

She gasped. "Ohmigod, there are two? This one was on the boat too?"

"No."

She looked up. "Then where?"

"A while back you told me you thought maybe there might be more carvings, so I did some digging and tracked it down."         

     



 

She looked boggled. "What? How?"

"Your mom had your grandpa's files, or what was left of them, and I went  through them. I found a bill of sale from years ago and contacted the  buyer, who was actually an ex of your grandpa's. He'd given her the  penguin and she still had it. She said it was a memory keeper. When I  told her your story, she changed her mind. She wanted you to have it  more than she wanted to keep it." He shrugged. "So she sold it to me."

Kylie was staring at him, very still. "It had to be insanely expensive."

He shrugged again.

"Joe."

He stroked a finger over the curve of her ear, tucking an errant strand  of hair behind her it. Because he didn't want to stop touching her, he  let his fingers slip into her wild waves of hair. "I wanted you to have  it."

Her eyes went a little shimmery with unshed tears. "But-"

He put a finger over her lips. "I wanted to."

She was silent a moment, like she was so moved she couldn't speak. "No  one's done anything like that for me," she finally whispered and blinked  the tears away. "Thank you."

He took the two penguins and showed her how they went together like two  pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They'd been made as two halves of a whole.

"They fit," she said, marveling.

"They do," he agreed and met her gaze. "And so do we, Kylie."

She shook her head, reaching for him. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I don't," he said, lifting her up against him again, closing his eyes,  loving the feel of her in his arms. "Maybe you should tell me, slowly  and in great detail."

She took him home and did just that.





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