Reckoning, page 19
“You’re rich now. You’re still going to work?”
She nodded. “I know you are.”
“Yeah. I don’t do leisure all that well.”
“Really? Then I guess I’ll have to teach you a thing or two.”
“Oh?”
She was touching him, too. His knee, his arm, his shoulder. “I want us to go somewhere. Tahiti or Alaska or Switzerland. Somewhere we can be alone. Where we can stay in the room for a week if we feel like it. I need time to decompress, and I know you do, too. What do you think?”
He leaned over and kissed her again, and this time he was in no rush. When he finally pulled back so that he could get this gorgeous woman in bed, she said, “I’m taking that as a yes.”
“Tam, you can ask me any damn thing you want, and the answer’s going to be exactly that.”
“Oh, really?” She looked him over from his still half-buttoned shirt to his black socks. “Interesting.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “By the way. I love you, too.”
She smiled. “I know. Now, let’s you and me lock and load.”
Leigh, Jo, Reckoning
