“No, you don’t.” I sighed. “I bet I could drive you crazy within a month. I’ve done it before.”
“Not possible,” he said as his lips turned up at the corners.
“It is possible, and I have the track record to prove it.” I pressed a slow and tender kiss to his lips. “My life is there, and yours is here.” My eyes searched his for understanding. “But I’ll make a deal. Whenever you’re in town and want to play lumberjack, I’m sure I can find my way back to the house in the woods.”
“I guess that will have to do. For now,” he said, sitting up in bed and then standing while I still clung to him. His hand was on my bare ass as he carried me into the bathroom to start the shower.
We helped the mirrors fog more than the hot water ever could.
****
He stood in his boxers in the closet debating what tuxedo he was going to wear. Apparently, in his world, he needed more than one.
I sorted through all of the stuff I’d acquired since arriving in New York. Clothes, makeup, and shoes. I’d gone from the clothes I’d been wearing, along with a small bag of Harlon’s idea of necessities, to more than I’d be able to carry.
“What’s wrong? Did you forget something while out shopping?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I leaned back into his hold. “I’m debating how many plastic bags I’m going to need to get it all back home.”
His lips twitched. “You are not traveling with plastic bags. You can borrow one of my suitcases.”
His hold disappeared, and he returned minutes later with a suitcase and bag with the guard dog company logo. “You can use that for the clothes, and I can ship the shoes.”
I turned in his arms. “Or you can bring them to me the next time you get the urge to flex your flannel.”
His sexy grin widened. “That’s even better.” He smacked my ass. “You better get a move on, or we’re going to be late.”
He walked back into his closet, and I hefted the bag onto the bed. “This bag is heavy; did you forget to unpack from your last trip?”
He peeked his head out of the closet. “Our marketing staff is always giving us promo items, which we give away to our clients. I’ve never used those before.”
“Maybe it’s the kind where they pile several pieces inside the others.” I unzipped the bag and tossed it open.
Bags of white powder filled the bottom of the suitcase. Stacks of wrapped hundred-dollar bills sat beneath. “You might want to rethink whoever produces your bags.”
“Why is that? Did the zipper break?”
“No, but a jailbreak might be in your future.”
His brows dipped as he picked up one of the stacks of money. “What the hell?”
“It looks like someone is trying to frame you, and they’ve been in your house.”
“Shit,” he growled, glancing around the room. “It has to be Riley or his family. They probably did it while I was away searching for you.”
“Harlon, if I had to guess, whoever put this here will eventually call the police.”
“I need to get rid of it,” he said, turning frantic.
“You can’t. Whoever did this could be watching and just waiting for you to leave. God forbid you get pulled over with it in your car.”
“Well, what the hell do you expect me to do?” he asked, running his hand over his head. “Even if I flush the drugs, there’s still the money and the residue.”
“I need your phone,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Ruby didn’t buy you one?” He asked.
“No, that must have been one of the five stores we didn’t get a chance to visit.”
“Who are you going to call? You can’t tell anyone that this stuff is here.”
I jerked my hand until he handed me the phone, and I dialed the only person I knew would be able to tell me what to do.
