"Annie?"
She laughed into his chest. His heart did somersaults.
She pressed her fingertips to his lips and he kissed them. "I'm not like those other women. I want it all."
He grinned, relief wrapping around his aching heart. "I know. That's why I love you." It felt even more right the second time.
She kissed him. "I love you too," she murmured when they finally came up for air. "So does this mean you'll sleep with me now?"
"Every day." He grinned and bent to kiss her again, so eager to taste her lips, but she pulled away. Oh, hell, now what?
"I have a confession to make," she said.
"Unless you're going to tell me you're an alien, I don't care."
She grinned and dodged his lips. "My confession is that I wasn't really flirting with Rick the other night. I was just pretending to."
"I know."
She crossed her arms and pouted. "How?"
"Because I know you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "And you're a terrible flirt."
"Oh." She frowned. "I feel like I hardly know you at all sometimes."
"That's okay." It was now, anyway. A week wasn't long enough to know everything about one person, but it was long enough to know he was in love with Annie. "We're going to have the rest of our lives to find out everything about one another."
"As long as we spend the rest of our lives on your ranch in Montana. I think I've had enough of LA."
"Really? But you've lived here your whole life." He felt himself grinning. He'd wanted her to leave the city but he'd never force her.
"I've realized I don't quite fit the LA image. My idea of a great night is going to bed early."
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. "Sounds good to me."
THE END