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“I love you, Alana Thornton.”
“And I love you, London Keith.”
Kissing her shoulder, London pulled out and rolled to his side. When he was settled, he pulled her to him, resting her head on his chest.
Alana was thrilled to be in his arms again. What happened between them shouldn’t have happened.
Hearing he loved her was a bonus. They needed to really talk, but for right now, she was going to remain where she belonged.
In his arms.
“How did you know?”
After a few hours, when they were finally able to leave the room, they had come back down to the kitchen.
It took both of their stomachs growling to finally pull them out of bed, and Alana had heated up the dinner she’d brought over.
The woman could cook.
He took another bite of the food and groaned.
“What are you talking about?” Smiling, she crossed her legs. He had her sitting on the island while she ate, dressed in the button-down shirt he had worn to the office, and it looked damn good on her. Her skin practically glowed, and she had that well fucked look in her eyes.
“The albums. We talked about a few songs, but the ones you sent me were so…” He stopped, unable to find the words to finish his sentence.
“Well, I have to admit, I had a little help. You mentioned you wanted a turntable, and I took it from there.” She shrugged. The shirt, slightly big on her, fell to the side to reveal her shoulder.
He raised his brow. “Help from who?” Jaxon hadn’t mentioned anything about speaking to Alana. Who the hell would have helped her? And who would know things so personal?
“Your mother,” she whispered, nudging her glasses up the bridge of her nose. He didn’t know if she realized she even did it, but the move was just downright cute on her.
“My mother?” Taking a sip of his wine, he set the glass down and moved to stand in between her legs. “When did you speak with her?”
A small smile spread across her lips. “I’ve actually spoken with her several times.”
“Seriously?” He snagged his phone off the counter. It was late, but he didn’t care.
“Who are you calling?” she asked, laughing.
Ignoring her, he pulled up his mother’s number, hit send, and waited as it rang. He slid Alana to the edge, wanting to feel her body against hers. She playfully wrapped her legs around his waist. He growled and dropped a kiss to her lips.
“London Keith, do you know what time it is?” He looked at his mother’s face as it popped up on the screen. He was instantly hit with a wave of homesickness, looking at the same familiar eyes he and his brother shared. He knew she was in bed, because he could see the headboard behind her. Knowing his mother, she was probably reading one of her books with a shirtless man on the cover while his father slept.
“Is that how you greet your oldest child?” he questioned. Alana watched him with a playful glint in her eyes. They had finished off the bottle of wine, with his little hellcat drinking most of it. She was tipsy, and it was adorable.
“Boy, what do you want?” Donna Keith demanded. She grinned, and it was apparent she was keeping a secret, something she was horrible at.
“It would seem you’ve been conspiring against me.” He was trying to keep a straight face as his mother played innocent.
“Define ‘conspiring.’” London could hear his father muttering in the background. “Go back to sleep, Larry. It’s London,” she snapped at him.
“Mom.” London leveled his stern gaze at her, causing her to giggle.
“Okay. What am I supposed to do when a sweet young woman calls me asking for help to win my son back? Of course I helped the poor child out.”
Grinning, London turned so that Donna could see Alana on the screen.
“Mother, I would like for you to meet Alana.” He brought Alana flush against him.
