Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

to have to look away, out the windshield at the highway before us.
    "I love you
too," he whispered against my wrist, kissing it one more time before
moving our joined hands to his leg, squeezing my fingers tight. I fell asleep
during our drive, enjoying Chad's body heat as I snuggled up against his side
as he drove, waking only as he put his truck in park out in front of my double
wide. "I think you should move into my house," he said as I
stretched, my face snapping around to look at his as my shoulders popped. I
gave him a questioning look and he just smiled that crooked smile, "I
think you should move in with me," he shrugged his shoulders.
    I was at a loss for
words. This was something I had only dreamed of up until now, moving in with
the man of my dreams. Was this for real? I pinched myself on the thigh through
my jeans, and feeling it, I knew it was reality. "Are you sure," I
ask, my face probably still displaying a disbelieving look.
    "Of course I
am," he laughed, pulling my forehead to his lips, his fingers tangled in
my hair, "I don't want you to be alone, and if you move in with me, my mom
will be only feet away if you need her." He kissed my lips tenderly,
"Plus, I want you in my house, putting your finger prints on
my things since your hand already holds my heart."
    Seriously? I looked around me as if to spy a man with a
microphone ready to pop from the bushes and yell, " Haha, you're on
Candid Camera !" I gave Chad a confused look, my mouth opening and
closing as if I couldn't form the words. His expression going from happy to sad
in a second, but I couldn't let him think my speechlessness was a refusal, so I
grabbed his face, bringing his mouth to mine. I kissed him with everything I
had, pushing him back to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat, a smile
breaking my lips. I wove my fingers into his grey streaked dirty blonde hair,
pulling it so that he couldn't move his face from mine. I kissed him, moving my
lips and tongue with his till his breathing was fast and shallow, his hands
gripping the waist of my jeans.
    "Of course I
will," I whisper against his swollen lips, nipping lightly at the bottom
one before swinging his door open and hopping out. "I'm gonna go grab some
more of my clothes," I wink at him, jogging up the porch steps, unlocking
the door in a flash. I stuffed random clothing into an old suitcase, not caring
if they got wrinkled, throwing shoes and boots on top of them and zipping it
shut. Throwing some of the food that was in my cupboards and fridge into plastic
bags, I fling open the front door, waving for Chad to come get them as I went
back in for more. Emptying my fridge of all the food that was un-opened or only
half gone, we pack Chad's truck to the brim, promising to come back over the
next week to get everything else.
    On the way to his house
across town I dialed my work, my manager Jenna answering on the second ring.
"Hey," I say, twirling Chad's Navy ring around his middle finger as
his hand rested on the center console, "I'm gonna cash in some of my
vacation." Telling her the story in short detail, I relayed my need to
stay with Chad, to be there to make every moment count and Jenna understood.
She made it so that I was off for the next week and a half, using some of the
three months of vacation and paid sick days I had accumulated. I smiled at Chad
as I hung up the phone, pulling into his drive to see his mom out raking some
leaves in the yard, her warm wave making my heart lift.
    His mom threw her arms
wide as we got out of the truck, coming up and wrapping her arms around me,
"I've missed you guys," she said, kissing my cheek. I had to stifle a
laugh as Chad made faces over her shoulder as she hugged and kissed him, her
smiling face returning to me. "There's an awful lot of stuff in this
truck," her raised eyebrow inspected me, it only growing in suspicion as I
could feel the blush filling my face.
    "Mom," Chad
said sternly bringing her attention to him and I release a breath I