Free Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) by Christelle Mirin

family that he’d never had before.
    Maybe he should ask Missy to marry him. After all, when he thought about it, he loved her.
    He fished the sponge out of the soapy bucket of water and began washing the truck again. There was one thing he would have to get straight with Missy first, before he asked her to share her life with him.
    Would she continue to participate in bonding sessions if they were married?

Chapter Ten
     
    All afternoon, Missy had felt flustered.
    Her talk with Lauren during the massage had affected her deeply. She was in love with Sam and had been for some time. She just never had admitted it to herself. Missy had always considered her feelings for Sam as a sort of crush. It was more than that, much more.
    “So what are you going to do about it?” she asked herself out loud as she walked out the door of the spa, shutting it behind her. Striding down the path toward the main house, she pursed her lips. What she should do is act like an adult and tell Sam she loved him. That’s what she should do. The thought of it made her tummy tremble with nervousness. Her head down, she bit her fingernail, watching the path as she walked.
    She didn’t see Justice until it was too late.
    “Omph!” The air was knocked out of Missy when she slammed into Justice’s chest.
    “Hey!” He stumbled backward a step, wrapping his arms around Missy. “Where are you going so lost in your thoughts, young lady?”
    Missy sucked in a breath and looked up. Justice was smiling down at her, his arms locked around her shoulders, pressing her to his chest. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
    “That’s pretty obvious.” He chuckled, loosening his hold on her but keeping his arms around her. “Is there something wrong? I don’t usually see you looking so zoned out.”
    Missy laid her hands on Justice’s chest, patting him lightly. “It’s nothing, really. Just some personal issues weighing on my mind.”
    Justice frowned. “Nothing bad, I hope.”
    Missy shook her head. “Oh no, just something I’m not sure how to approach.”
    “Want to talk about it?”
    She considered his offer. Maybe he could be a sounding board for her. She’d always been able to talk to Justice. Something as important as her falling in love should have the opinion of a man, she thought. “Yes, I would. Have you time?”
    “Of course.” He turned, keeping one arm around her shoulder, and led her toward the house.
    Justice led her to his suite of rooms and closed the door. “Have a seat on the couch. I’ll get us something to drink.”
    Missy moved to the couch and sat. She loved this suite. It was done up in rich velvets and soft leathers, both begging to have someone stroke their hands over them. “Are you sure Lauren won’t mind me stealing you away for a bit?”
    Justice stood at a small table along the wall that served as a bar. He poured a dark liquid into a short glass. “Lauren has gone into town for a bit of antiquing. She loves coming out here to look for old things.” He crossed the room and handed her one of the glasses he was holding, then sat down beside her. “Have a sip then tell me what is engulfing your thoughts.”
    Missy took a drink of the liquid, the warmth of the bourbon sliding down her throat like silk. When it hit her tummy, the warmth spread comfortably. “Well,” she said, encircling the glass with the fingers of both hands. “I’m in love with Sam and I don’t know how to tell him.” There. It was out. And it really hadn’t been hard to say at all. She looked at Justice, trying to gauge his reaction.
    His smile was genuine, lighting up his face. “I’m glad to hear that because I believe Rodgers—I mean ‘Sam’—is in love with you, too.”
    Missy swallowed, her heart thumping hard. “You think so?”
    He nodded. “I’m pretty sure. We had a talk earlier and it sure seemed like he was considering something about you that was very important.” Justice took the glass from