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"Seeing Teagan made me want a baby," I admitted, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
"Then we should get moving. Ready for round two?" he suggested, his tone turning mischievous.
"You mean round four," I countered with a laugh. "I'm exhausted. I want to take a nap."
"Then sleep, my love. I have to check some emails," he said, stroking my hair gently.
"You promised you wouldn’t work," I reminded him, a hint of disappointment creeping into my voice.
"No, I promised I wouldn’t spend all vacation working. I do have a few things that need my attention. I want to check in with Henri," he explained, his tone soothing.
I yawned. "Be my guest. I’m going to sleep."
Oliver pulled the sheet over me and kissed my cheek before slipping out of bed. He grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on. I opened one eye to ogle his sexy posterior before settling in for my nap.
I wasn't sure how long I slept, but when I woke, the sun was sinking in the sky, casting a golden glow through the curtains. My stomach growled, reminding me that the last thing I had eaten was a plain bagel with a smear of cream cheese.
"Oliver?" I called out but received no reply. This house was so large that if he was downstairs, he wouldn’t hear me.
It was quiet, the whine of jet skis had disappeared from the lake. I got out of bed and put on my pink robe that Oliver had laid out for me. Looking in the mirror, I realized it was too short for me to go traipsing around the house in, especially with security floating around. I pulled on a pair of terry shorts and a t-shirt without underwear. In an hour or two, we would probably be back in bed anyway.
Downstairs, I found my husband wearing his reading glasses as he skimmed the newspaper. He put down the paper when he saw me enter.
"There’s my sleeping beauty. How was your nap?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Great, but I was hoping you would be next to me when I woke up," I said, walking over to him.
"I’m sorry. My call took longer than expected," he apologized, standing up to meet me.
"Problems?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.
"No, just the opposite. Henri has located another stretch of property in Los Angeles that’s up for bid. I think I can secure it in the next week," he explained, his excitement palpable.
I frowned. "Does this mean you’ll be on the phone all the time?"
"Not at all. I’m letting Henri take the lead on this one. I’ll be available for discussion if he needs it. My focus is catering to you for the next few days," he assured me, taking my hand.
"And cater to me you did, this afternoon. I would like some more of that later," I said, pulling him closer.
"Your wish is my command," Oliver whispered, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Are you hungry?”
"Famished," I groaned, my stomach punctuating the statement with an embarrassingly loud rumble.
Oliver's eyes crinkled with amusement. "Then let's get you fed," he said, guiding me towards the kitchen with a gentle hand on the small of my back.
I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his skin. "What do we have to eat?"
"Everything," he replied, sweeping his arm dramatically towards the stainless steel refrigerator. "The place is well-stocked."
As Oliver began rummaging through the fridge, a thought struck me. I glanced around the eerily quiet house. "Where is everyone?"
"They're around," he said, his voice muffled as he peered into a drawer. "They ate earlier."
I frowned, confusion creeping in. "Are they sharing the house?"
Oliver straightened, a package of prosciutto in hand. "There's an accessory apartment connected to the main house. It has an entrance in here if need be."
"So, we're alone tonight?" I asked, a mix of relief and excitement coloring my voice. "I thought they would share the house with us?"
