Free Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) by Mary B Moore Page B

something to swim in, and it must have shown on my face because he chuckled and shook his head slowly. "Okay, I'll get my swimming stuff. Do I need to bring anything else?”

    "Nah, I’ve got it covered - get your stuff baby.   Is there anything that you'll need from down here?" He asked as he gently pushed me towards the stairs.

    "Um, no I don't think so unless you want to look and see if there's anything that we'll need?   There's cold drinks in the fridge, chips in the cupboard, a cooler in the pantry and there's blankets that we could use in that box over there.”

    "I've got all of that ready; you just get your stuff.”

    I tried to remember what I was coming up here for, but this soft side of him had thrown me.   Should I wear my new bikini, or would that be too much?   I decided to have another look at it to see if it would be too slutty for the lake.   I’ve always found that on beaches you can get away with a more risqué bikini because there are so many people there wearing different shapes and sizes of bikini’s, but at the local lake that same bikini might just be too much.

    "Definitely go with that one,” Ren croaked from the doorway, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me and making me squeal and jump.

    "Oh my God,” I panted, putting my hand on my chest realizing too late that I was holding the bikini bottoms in my hand.   "Sorry, its just we've always lived within close distance to the beach or countries that get majorly hot, so I only have bikinis.   We can always stop on the way, and I'll get an actual suit if that’s better?”

    "No way," he said shaking his head. “Put that one in a bag and let’s go."

    I did as I was told and then picked up a towel to take with me.  

    "I've got towels baby, you don't need to bring one,” he said removing the towel from the bag.  

    Here's where one of my flaws comes out - I'm a towel snob.   When I wash them, I put in five times the softener you're meant to, and then I dry them for twenty minutes extra just so that they're all poofy and soft.   I can't live with hard towels that take your skin off, and I explained this to him, waiting for him to hand it all back to me and say ‘see ya’.  

    Ren stood and looked at me for a second before picking up my towel and touching it with both hands.   "I see what you mean.   Shit, I've never thought of that before!   I had ma doing my towels because they always felt like sandpaper when I did them but fuck me if yours don't feel like that cotton shit they use on babies."   He went and got another towel out, exposing another flaw to him.   I'm not only a towel snob, but I'm a towel junkie - every shade and size you can think of I've got, and not just one, but a full set.   "Holy shit, how many towels does one person need?”

    "A couple,” I mumbled slamming the door shut, but I was too slow, and he caught it and opened it back up again.   He started laughing hard behind me, so I made sure the door to my towel obsession was closed,   walked out and shouted over my shoulder, "are you ready?”

    "Wow, wait til ma hear's this,” he laughed following me. "She has two closets filled with towels, but that's because there was seven of us living there. Over the years, she's never cut down on them because we're always forgetting and stealing hers, but that right there is impressive.”

    "I'm an interior designer Ren, of course, I have a lot of towels and bed linens.   When you change them, you need them to match,” I grumbled.

    "How many 'bed linens' have you got?”

    “Enough," I said not meeting his eyes.

    "Is it as impressive a collection as your towels?" He was laughing again, so I just stayed silent and looked at the floor trying not to incriminate myself in any way.   "Holy shit, I've gotta see that one day - are you going to do the same for us at my house?”

    My heart stopped - was he saying that I'm going to be living there? No, he couldn't be, it’s only been twelve