talk. She had a sneaking suspicion he’d done it on purpose, and now that he had his headset on, it would be impossible to carry on a decent conversation. They hadn’t discussed where they were spending the night, or even if they were spending it together, and that began to worry at her. With only one day left of vacation and no idea when she would see him again, Miranda was starting to wonder if that was the real reason he’d avoided taking her any place quiet enough to discuss anything personal.
Tired out from the whirlwind day and having slept very little the night before, she dozed off and didn’t wake until he gave her arm a gentle nudge and told her they were getting ready to land. Jack’s skills in handling the plane were as proficient as they were with everything else he did, and the landing was so smooth she barely felt anything at all when they touched down. He’d parked his truck inside Devlin Shipping’s private hangar so it didn’t take long to transfer their luggage once he maneuvered the plane inside. Miranda couldn’t help feeling saddened that their week long adventure had come to an end.
Jack caught the dismal look in her eyes just as he opened her door. Instead of lifting her up into the truck, he gathered her in his arms and just held her for several minutes. He knew exactly what she’d been thinking and that she was uncertain about where they were going from here, literally and figuratively speaking. This was all so new to him, this maelstrom of emotions that was playing hell with his heart, and the unfamiliar territory of actually
needing
someone. He’d never felt this way for any woman before so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t know how to express those feelings. And the truth was, until he figured out a way to untangle the little web of lies he’d spun first, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to try and tell her.
If only he could ask Miranda to come home with him to the ranch, then she wouldn’t be so unsure of their relationship. It would also put an end to this overwhelming surge of panic whenever he thought about trying to fall asleep each night without her curled up beside him. He couldn’t keep using the penthouse, couldn’t take her back to the ranch, and wouldn’t even consider staying at the Carrington Manor under the watchful eye of Missy and her live-in butler/lover.
There was one possibility though. Jack’s spirits lifted considerably. He had several rental houses, including two condos which were both vacant at the moment. One was having some plumbing issues that needed to be resolved before the new tenants moved in next month, but the other one had just recently become vacant. He would have to get the place completely furnished before the end of the day Monday, but a few phone calls between now and then would get the ball rolling. He could do this, Jack thought. He was, after all, a Devlin.
He stroked Miranda’s hair, fiercely determined to do whatever it took to keep her with him. “I have a plan,” he said softly.
Miranda tipped her head back. “What kind of plan?”
“One that will insure we can spend every spare minute together. I’ve been thinking about keeping a place closer to work, and one of my condos just happens to be free right now.” Jack’s heart leapt at the brilliant smile lighting Miranda’s face. Suddenly what he was offering didn’t seem nearly good enough. “Come with me tomorrow to pick out furniture.”
Her smile faltered. “You…you want me furniture shop for your condo?”
Jack chuckled. “No, sweetheart, I want you to help furnish
our
condo. Move in with me, Miranda.”
Chapter 7
There were probably a million reasons she should have told him no, but not a single one of them came to mind. “You mean it, Jack?”
“Honey, you have no idea how much I want this. We can pick everything out together, really make it
Tired out from the whirlwind day and having slept very little the night before, she dozed off and didn’t wake until he gave her arm a gentle nudge and told her they were getting ready to land. Jack’s skills in handling the plane were as proficient as they were with everything else he did, and the landing was so smooth she barely felt anything at all when they touched down. He’d parked his truck inside Devlin Shipping’s private hangar so it didn’t take long to transfer their luggage once he maneuvered the plane inside. Miranda couldn’t help feeling saddened that their week long adventure had come to an end.
Jack caught the dismal look in her eyes just as he opened her door. Instead of lifting her up into the truck, he gathered her in his arms and just held her for several minutes. He knew exactly what she’d been thinking and that she was uncertain about where they were going from here, literally and figuratively speaking. This was all so new to him, this maelstrom of emotions that was playing hell with his heart, and the unfamiliar territory of actually
needing
someone. He’d never felt this way for any woman before so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t know how to express those feelings. And the truth was, until he figured out a way to untangle the little web of lies he’d spun first, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to try and tell her.
If only he could ask Miranda to come home with him to the ranch, then she wouldn’t be so unsure of their relationship. It would also put an end to this overwhelming surge of panic whenever he thought about trying to fall asleep each night without her curled up beside him. He couldn’t keep using the penthouse, couldn’t take her back to the ranch, and wouldn’t even consider staying at the Carrington Manor under the watchful eye of Missy and her live-in butler/lover.
There was one possibility though. Jack’s spirits lifted considerably. He had several rental houses, including two condos which were both vacant at the moment. One was having some plumbing issues that needed to be resolved before the new tenants moved in next month, but the other one had just recently become vacant. He would have to get the place completely furnished before the end of the day Monday, but a few phone calls between now and then would get the ball rolling. He could do this, Jack thought. He was, after all, a Devlin.
He stroked Miranda’s hair, fiercely determined to do whatever it took to keep her with him. “I have a plan,” he said softly.
Miranda tipped her head back. “What kind of plan?”
“One that will insure we can spend every spare minute together. I’ve been thinking about keeping a place closer to work, and one of my condos just happens to be free right now.” Jack’s heart leapt at the brilliant smile lighting Miranda’s face. Suddenly what he was offering didn’t seem nearly good enough. “Come with me tomorrow to pick out furniture.”
Her smile faltered. “You…you want me furniture shop for your condo?”
Jack chuckled. “No, sweetheart, I want you to help furnish
our
condo. Move in with me, Miranda.”
Chapter 7
There were probably a million reasons she should have told him no, but not a single one of them came to mind. “You mean it, Jack?”
“Honey, you have no idea how much I want this. We can pick everything out together, really make it
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