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Footsteps sounded behind us as sirens and other voices echoed throughout the trees, but I just kept my eyes on Felicity’s, and I let out a breath.

And then there was nothing.

Chapter 20

Callum

“What do you mean, Fiona married a millionaire and moved out of town?” Rune practically screamed from the kitchen.

“Just what I was saying. Apparently, one of the regular tourists who comes in twice a month took a liking to her, and he didn’t only like her pies,” Mrs. Carter said as she finished plating yet another plate of vegetables, cheese, and other snacks for Felicity and me.

I lay on the Carter family couch, sore but not as bad off as everybody thought I would be and healing.

A few stitches and a minor bleed-out, but I was fine. The knife hadn’t even nicked an artery or an organ. Felicity’s gash on her neck hadn’t required stitches, and the one on her head had sealed up quite quickly. We both were a little tender and a little sore and weren’t allowed to do anything other than sit on this couch for the next week.

That meant one day soon, I would be bending her over one of our couches and sliding deep into her because it had been too long.

All I wanted to do was hold her close, have her ride my cock, and both of us remember exactly why we were here.

Felicity, leaning against my chest while avoiding the stitches at my side, turned over her shoulder to glare at me. “Excuse me. I can feel exactly what you’re thinking about.”

I shifted slightly, my now rock-hard dick pressing into her lower back.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Your pussy is so close, and yet I’m not allowed to touch it.”

“Freak,” she whispered as she sighed, leaning against me. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me, Felicity.” I kissed her shoulder and held her close. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Mom, they’re doing it again,” Atlas whined.

Atlas had taken off two games, and the backup goalie, the hotshot kid who continued to threaten to take Atlas’s place, was doing a damn good job.

I had a feeling that if Atlas wasn’t careful, it wasn’t going to be the hotshot rookie breaking his heart, but Felicity breaking something on her brother’s body if he didn’t go back to Portland soon.

The hovering was getting a little ridiculous.

“So what’s going to happen to the bakery?” Sterling asked.

The entire Ashford clan, including Briar and her husband and child, who’d flown in the day before, were inside the Carters’ house.

My house was bigger, but the Carters wanted their baby and their practically adopted baby underneath their roof, and I wasn’t going to complain.

Much.

For long.

I would be sleeping in my own bed tonight. Despite what they thought. And Felicity would be next to me. Even if I couldn’t touch her. Dammit.

“Bronwyn bought it.”

I blinked up at Teagan, confused. “What? How do you know that?”

“Because Bronwyn’s a friend. She bought the whole building. I don’t know how, but she did. And she’s going to change the name and everything.”

“Oh thank God, because telling people that Ashy Buns is a good bakery breaks my heart every time,” Mrs. Carter said with a laugh.