“Yes, please.”
She poured from the bottle that was open on the counter and handed him the glass. He took a sip.
“Good.”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for inviting me to dinner.”
“Thank you for all the notes, and all the gifts. They were personal and from the heart, and that meant a lot to me.”
Which reminded him of the one in his pocket. “Oh, there’s one more.”
He took it out and handed it to her. She looked at it, then up at him.
“Should I open it now?”
“Whenever you want to.”
She opened the envelope and pulled out the card and read the note aloud.
“‘I do trust you. And I was so very wrong not to. Please forgive me. I love you, Amelia, and I want a future with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.’”
As she read it, he saw her eyes fill with tears. She laid the note down.
“Oh, Flynn.” She walked into his arms.
Having the contact of Amelia’s warm body pressed against his was the best damn thing ever. It would always be the best thing ever.
He kissed the top of her head. “I’m so sorry for being such a jerk. It’ll never happen again.”
She tilted her head back. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He smiled. “Okay. I’ll try not to be such a big jerk again.”
“That works.”
He brushed his lips across hers. “Forgive me?”
“Yes.”
He smoothed his hand over her face, unable to believe this amazing woman had forgiven him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt his emotions swell this deeply, but hearing Amelia tell him she loved him was overwhelming.
“I really don’t deserve you.”
She grinned. “No, you don’t. But you have me. Now and for always.”
“We have each other. And we’re a work in progress. At least I am.”
“I am, too. We’ll work on our issues together.”
He took in a deep breath and kissed her again, this time a deeper kiss. This time a kiss that was filled with love and passion. She pressed against him and his cock got hard. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her butt to draw her against his erection.
She pulled her lips from his. “Make love to me, Flynn. Now.”
They moved into the bedroom and clothes were shed fast. He cupped her breasts and sucked at her nipples until she gasped. When she stroked his cock with her soft, smooth hands, it was his turn to suck in a breath. He reached for a condom and put it on in record time, then they rolled on their sides to face each other as he slid into her, teasing her nipples as he thrust deeply in and out of her hot, tight pussy.
She ran her palm over his jaw. “I’ve missed this, missed you being inside of me.”
He felt her tighten around him. “I haven’t slept. I don’t sleep when you’re not with me.”
She whimpered as he drove deeper into her. “I love you, Flynn.”
He teased her lips with his. “I love you, too, Amelia.”
Then there were no more words as they were both caught up in the passion. And when she came, she cried out and dug her nails into his arms. He groaned hard with his climax and emptied into her with a shudder.
After, he tucked her head against his shoulder and held her, feeling like the luckiest damn man in the world.
“You’ll come to the ranch for Christmas, won’t you?” he asked as he stroked her back.
“Oh, God, yes. I love your family, Flynn. I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good. And you’ll come back to work at Ninety-Two, won’t you?”
She paused for a few seconds before answering. “If you want me to. I’m sure Stefanie is doing a great job.”
“She is, but she’d really like you back. She said she needs a couple more years of training before she’s ready to be a head chef.”
Amelia leaned back to look at him. “She’s very good.”
“Yeah, she is. You’re better. And speaking of you being the best chef ever, you really don’t want your own television show?”
She stabbed at his chest with her fingernail. “No. Not now. Not ever. TV is not my thing, Flynn.”
“Ow. Okay. Got it. No TV. Not now. Not ever.”
“In fact, the next time a film crew comes, I’m taking the day off.”
He nodded, willing to give her anything as long as she was happy. “Got it. You’re in charge.”
“I am?” She pushed him onto his back and rolled over on top of him. “Good to know.”
“What about dinner?”
“It’s on slow simmer.”
He grasped her hips and lifted against her. “Oh, good. Then let’s move things in here to a full boil.”
She smiled down at him. “See what a good match we are, Mr. Cassidy?”
“Damn near perfect, Ms. Lawrence.”