Free The Girl with my Heart (Summer Unplugged #8) by Amy Sparling Page B

hook around my neck and suddenly it’s like old times again. Like she’s never been pissed at me at all. I gaze into her brown eyes and feel my whole body warm from her smile.
    “And what job is that?” I ask, bringing my lips down to her ear. I slide my hands around her waist, dipping my fingers under the hem of her pajama shorts. “Is it this job?” I whisper, my lips against her ear. She shudders and gives me a little nod and I move down to her neck, placing soft kisses on her goosebumped flesh.
    “Hey,” Bayleigh says, tugging at my shirt as I kiss her neck.
    “Yes, my love?” I whisper, moving to her collar bone.
    “I’m serious,” she says, holding back a giggle. I pull away and look at her expectantly. Her eyes glance down and she swallows. “I don’t want to fight anymore.”
    I smile. “Neither do I.”
    “Good,” she says. She takes my hand and pulls me over to the bed. She sits on the edge of the mattress and smiles up at me. “I’m ready to make up.”
    I lift an eyebrow and pull off my shirt. “Yes ma’am.”

Chapter 17
     
     
    I wake up in bed the next morning feeling like a million bucks and I don’t even care how stupid that sounds. I feel completely invincible. My girl is asleep on my arm, her hair all frazzled and messy from our night of love-making, her face serene and blissful while she sleeps.
    Early morning sun filters in through our sheer curtains, waking me up just moments before my alarm goes off. I carefully reach across the bed with the arm that’s not under her and grab my phone to turn off the alarm. No point in risking waking her up when everything is so perfect. It’s nearly seven in the morning and Jett has slept through the night, probably worn out from crying so much last night. Hopefully he’ll be happy today now that mom and dad are happy again.
    As I look at my phone’s home screen, I get an idea. Natalie can’t mess with my phone if she can’t get into it. I open the settings and set up a password lock on the home screen. Now I just need a password I won’t forget. I’m not even sure what my debit card’s PIN number is half the time. Bayleigh always remembers it for me.
    I stare at the numbers on the screen, trying to think of something that I won’t forget in two seconds. Then it comes to me—the perfect number. One I could never forget. I type in 0809 and save it.
    August ninth, the best day of my life.
    My wedding to Bayleigh.
    Smiling to myself, I set the phone back down and carefully extract my other arm out from under Bayleigh’s head. She moves a little but stays asleep. It’s Saturday, and a rare day off work for me. My usual Saturday morning client broke his leg at a night race last week and won’t be in for a few months. Now that things are better at home, I’m going to make sure Bayleigh stays happy.
    I slide out of bed and throw on some clothes in the dark of the closet, not wanting to turn on the light and wake her up. Here’s to hoping the t-shirt and shorts I picked out randomly from my side of the closet ends up matching.
    I tiptoe down the hallway and peek into Jett’s room. He’s out cold still, his precious little chubby face just as blissful as Bayleigh’s. When Jett was first born, I couldn’t wait to hold him and play with him every second of every day. I had complained a few days in a row because when I got home from work, he was already asleep. My mom had warned me to take the time to enjoy these little baby-free moments. She’d said that one day I’d be begging for the kid to nap so I can have some alone time.
    So although I’m really tempted to wake him up and play a game of peek-a-boo or my favorite game, making motorcycle noises with the stuffed dirt bike toy in his crib, I sigh and let him sleep.
    I don’t know how men are supposed to do it—go to work all day every day and never get to see their kids. As soon as Park and I get this business up and running I’m going to make sure the main office building has a