WMIS 03 Play With Me (37 page)

“Good.”

“So,
Will Montgomery?” He sits back in the booth and narrows his eyes on me.

“Yeah.”
I smile shyly and look down at my coffee.

“You
love him?” he asks, cutting to the chase.

“More
than anything.” I confirm.

Leo
nods, watching me. “He makes you happy.” It’s not a question.

“Very.”

“Is
Sylvia still around?”

My
eyes shoot to his in surprise. “How did you…?”

“I’m
not stupid, Megan. I knew you were paying her. Is she still around?”

“No,
Will paid her off.”

“Looks
like he makes me happy too.” Leo takes a sip of his coffee, and I laugh, my
stomach finally settling.

“What
about you? Settling down with any groupies?” I ask sweetly and he throws a sugar
packet at me.

“No
settling down. Sex, fine. Relationships, no.”

“Leo…”

“No.”
His face is hard, and I know the subject is closed.

“Stubborn
ass.”

“Just
like the rest of the women in the country, you adore me,” He gloats and takes a
swig of coffee, smacks his lips and smiles smugly.

“I’m
glad to see you’re still modest.” I shake my head at him, so happy to be with
him again.

“So,
tell me about Will, and why I shouldn’t break his throwing arm for touching my
sister…”

Epilogue

~Will~

Two months later…

“Why
didn’t we hire a moving company again?” I ask as I carry the four-thousandth
box off the moving truck into the spare bedroom.

“Because,
they aren’t careful. I don’t have much, but what I do have I don’t need getting
broken and ruined.” Meg is sitting on the floor in the guest room, going
through a box.

“Can
you help us finish unloading the truck before you start unpacking boxes?” I ask
her, hands on my hips.

“Hey!
Where are you guys?” Caleb and Leo both come into the guest room with scowls on
their faces.

“You
guys do not get to go have sex while we unload your truck,” Caleb says,
pointing at us.

“Dude,
that’s my sister,” Leo crosses his arms over his chest and Meg laughs.

“Come
on,” I hold my hand out to her and pull her to her feet. “Let’s go, lazy bones.”

All
of the brothers are unloading the truck, the girls are directing us on where to
put the boxes, as if we’re all illiterate and can’t read
bedroom
written
in black sharpie on the side of the box.

Women
always need to boss us around.

I
love them.

Megan
joins Nat in the kitchen, merging her things with mine, and my chest swells
with happiness. It took me six long weeks, but I finally talked her into moving
in with me.

“You
know,” Meg announces to the room at large. “You didn’t all need to come help. I
don’t have that much stuff. Leo and Will could have handled the big stuff.”

“Thanks
so much for volunteering me,” Leo mutters. “Why didn’t we hire a company
again?”

“That’s
what I said,” I agree, and we both earn glares from Meg. She looks so hot when
she’s irritated with me.

“So,
Sam,” Leo saunters over to Samantha, who’s trying to decide where to hang some
artwork Meg brought with her. “What are you doing later?”

“I
won’t be doing you,” she mutters and we all bust out laughing.

Sam
is a hard-ass. She’s no-nonsense, and tells it like it is. She’s also gorgeous,
and I can’t blame Leo for trying.

“Uh,
I wasn’t offering, honey.” Leo smiles smugly. “I was wondering if you’d like me
to take you to have that stick pulled out of your ass.”

The
girls gasp, and Luke’s eyes go hard as stone, but just before he makes the move
to kick Leo’s ass, Sam laughs and shakes her head.

“Nope,
I like my stick right where it is.”

“Let
me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll
be the first to know.” She hammers a nail into my wall and hangs the picture at
her feet. “But just so you know, I don’t date famous people.”

“Neither
do I,” Leo winks and saunters into the kitchen, pulls a beer out of the fridge
and takes a sip. The girls are all smiling broadly at him, and I have to say, I
want to high-five him.

There’s
no way in hell he’ll talk her into going out with him.

Finally,
after what feels like days, everyone leaves. I thank everyone for their help as
they climb in their cars and drive off, shut the front door and go in search of
my girl.

I
find her in the guest room again, going through that same box from earlier.

“What
are you looking at?” I ask her and lean against the door jam. She looks so
young, sitting there on the floor in my old jersey and her black yoga pants,
hair pulled up in a ponytail and no makeup.

“I
found these pictures that Nat took of me when we were in college.” She thumbing
through the photos, and I frown in confusion, and then it hits me. Natalie
takes naked pictures.

Naked
pictures of Megan.

“Show
me.” I push away from the door and lower myself to the floor behind her, my
legs on either side of her and pull her against my chest, her sexy ass snuggled
up against my groin.

And
then my world stands still.

The
photos are black and white. Meg is holding her guitar, and not wearing a stitch
of clothing.

“Holy
hell,” I mutter as she shuffles through them slowly. There must be two dozen of
them, Meg in different poses with that guitar. Her hair is down, framing her
face. She was slimmer then, in the way women are when their bodies are changing
from being a teen into a woman. I much prefer her rounder breasts and hips now,
but damn, even then she was a knock out.

“How
old were you?” I ask.

“Nineteen,”
she replies shyly, looking at the photos.

She
comes to the last one. She’s sitting cross-legged on a bed covered in white
sheets that have been messed up. Her arms are wrapped around the guitar, and
it’s covering her completely, but it’s the sexiest photo of the bunch. Her face
is sober, her wide eyes staring into the camera, and she’s biting her bottom
lip.

“Can
I keep that one?” I ask.

“Sure.
You can keep them all.”

“Really?”
I run my hands up and down her arms and kiss her neck, just below her ear. I’m
sure she can feel how much these photos have turned me on.

“I
don’t need them.” She leans into me and turns her sweet face to me. I run my
fingers down her cheek and kiss her nose, her dimple and then her lips.

“You
are beautiful, Megan. Then and even more so now.”

“I’m
glad you think so.”

“I’m
glad you’re here, in our home with me.”

She
smiles widely, her eyes happy, and I will do whatever it takes to keep that
happiness there for the rest of her life.

“Me
too. Can we get naked now?”

“I
thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”

THE
END

The
With Me In Seattle series continues in book four, Leo and Samantha’s story,
ROCK WITH ME, to be released in May, 2013.

Acknowledgements:

As
always, I have a long list of people to thank.

First
to my husband, for being patient and supportive of this amazing job of mine. I
love you.

To
my family. Thank you for loving me so completely.

To
the best brainstorming partner and the sharer of long hours of sipping wine
while we laugh and chat, Nicole Brightman. You are awesome, full of great
ideas, and you just get me. I don’t know what I would do without you. Thank you
for sharing your imaginary people with me, and for loving mine, too.

To
Lori, Tanya, Holly, Nichole and Kara: you are the best beta readers EVER and I
love you to bits!

To
my sprinting buddies, A.L. Jackson, Molly McAdams and Rebecca Shea. You guys
inspire me every single day. Thank you for being such amazing friends and for
sharing your talents with me.

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you what your friendship means to me. I am blessed to be surrounded by such
talented and truly extraordinary women. Thank you for all you do for me. Xoxo

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And
as always, to you, my friend. Thank you for reading this book. I hope you
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Happy
Reading,

Kristen