Finding Us (Pine Valley Book 5)

By: Heather B. Moore

Her arms tightened about his neck. “Way too soon,” she whispered, her breath tickling his neck.

He rubbed slow circles over her back. “Let’s get you inside and get you warm. Maybe I can make you hot chocolate?”

She drew away from him, keeping her arms looped around his neck. “That sounds good, but I’m making it for you, since I woke you up in the middle of the night.”

He smiled, and he wanted to pull her close again. To kiss her. Did she know that staying in his arms made him want to be more than friends with her? “I didn’t mind,” he said.

Her mouth twitched, and then she shivered again. “Come on, then.” She stepped away from him, but she grasped his hand. It seemed she wasn’t going to let him go, after all. He walked with her into the house, General joining them.

Once inside, Felicity locked the door, then keeping ahold of his hand, she led him to the kitchen.

He decided to not question her; besides, he quite enjoyed the hand holding.

“Sit down,” she said, practically forcing him into a chair.

“All right,” he said with a chuckle. “You make the hot chocolate.”

She smirked and turned away.

General settled into his dog bed, apparently deciding the excitement of the night was now over. Leo found it quite pleasant sitting in Felicity’s warm kitchen while she bustled about. When she set a cup of hot chocolate in front of him, he took a sip of it. “It’s good.”

She gave him a faint smile, then sipped her own as her gaze kept returning to him. “Do you think it’s okay for a woman to change her mind?”

“Is that a trick question?” he teased.

But she didn’t smile. “I was really freaked out tonight. When I heard there might be a cop inside, and I didn’t see you anywhere, and I wasn’t sure if cops get called to fires even if they’re off shift—”

“Shh. I’m fine.” Leo grabbed the edge of her chair, dragging it closer.

Her cheeks flushed, and hope flared inside of him. He rested his hand on her shoulder, brushing his thumb over her collarbone. He wanted to press his mouth against her fluttering pulse. “Tell me what you changed your mind about,” he said.

Her green eyes drew him in. “You, Leo,” she said. “I want you to forget what I said earlier about only being friends. I want us to be more.”

The words pierced his heart, and he moved his hand behind her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair.

“And I don’t want to compare my upbringing to yours, or your family to mine,” she said, resting her hand on his chest.

It felt like her hand had imprinted fire.

Her gaze was steady when she said, “I want to find us.”

“Finding us. I like it.”

“You do?” Felicity’s smile was slow, hopeful. She inched closer and brushed her mouth against his. Feather light.

Leo didn’t mind at all, but he wanted her closer.

“Come here.” He grasped her waist with his free hand and tugged her onto his lap. She settled on his lap and laced her fingers behind his neck.

Much better. He cradled her face with both his hands, and when her eyes drifted shut, he kissed her. She was warm and sweet and tasted of chocolate. The questions between them had disappeared, and Felicity seemed to melt into him as she kissed him back. Her hands moved over his shoulders, then down his chest.

She drew away slightly to look at him. “I assume you agree.”

“I definitely agree.”

“Even though I called you in the middle of the night?” she teased.

He grinned. “It was the best thing you’ve ever done.”

Felicity watched Leo climb out of his car and walk up her driveway. She probably shouldn’t be spying on him, but he was kind of fun to watch when he wasn’t aware. He wore a dark-green shirt under a black jacket, and his jeans fit him perfectly. He was also carrying some . . . roses.

They’d been officially dating for three weeks now, if she started counting after the night of the fire.

Three weeks, as in twenty-one days, and now Felicity could barely remember her existence before Leo had become front and center of her life.

She waited until he knocked on the door; the sound sent a thrill through her heart. General was already heading toward the door, and he gave a couple of happy barks on his way.

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