Winning Back His Wife (Camp Firefly Falls Book 1) by Gwen Hayes, Zoe York Page B

you. But at some point, I'm going to want to tackle a bigger project." He kicked the notepad with his foot, even though she couldn't see it. "I want this project. With you. We'd lead it the first year. Us and a backwoods guide, maybe."
    "You're talking about this like…you're here."
    "I'm here."
    "And you're…in? Just like that?"
    "Not just like that. My wife served me with divorce papers yesterday. It was a wakeup call."
    Her eyes were suspiciously damp. Shit, he didn't want to make her cry. She pressed her lips together, maybe to keep it together.
    "Hey," he said softly, shifting their faces so he could kiss her. Her lips parted readily for him and he teased the tip of her tongue with his. Come out and play .
    "You wanted to go into town," she panted as she plastered herself against him, her soft parts molding around his hard bits.
    "Later."
    "We'll run out of daylight for that walk…"
    Shit. Fuck it. Surprises were overrated. "I wanted to get on my phone and look up plans for a zipline. Send a few emails to people I've met over the years."
    "Oh. That sounds nice." She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and made a humming sound. "Full points for the thought."
    "Full points?" He groaned as her hands slid under his t-shirt.
    "All the points." She was breathing hard, but the one beer she'd had was a while ago.
    They were stone cold sober. They'd talked. They loved each other.
    There was no reason to wait.
    In fact, there was one very good reason not to wait. He'd told her that he loved her laugh and he loved her ass, but he hadn't said the three most important words that she needed to hear. "I love you, Heather."
    She nodded roughly as she kissed along his jaw. He groaned again. God, he wanted her to keep going. Lower, all the way down his chest…But this was too important for her to think it was just sex talking.
    "Listen to me," he said roughly, hauling her back up so she could see his face.
    So he could see hers. His heart throbbed in his chest.
    "I love you. More than anything else in the world. I love you exactly the way you are. Wild and adventurous and impulsive. I loved you around a campfire and in Doc Martens. I loved you, heads down in a stack of books in the library. I loved you so much on our wedding day it hurt inside. I loved you even when we were fighting, and when we stopped talking, and I'm so damn sorry I couldn't show you that. You've never stopped being my heart, even when I shut myself off from you. There's never been anyone else for me. You're my other half. My better half and—"
    "Okay," she said, the tears back in her eyes. But she blinked them away as she smiled at him. "Okay. Enough. I know. I love you, too. And even when I hate you, I love you. Even when you make me want to stomp and shout and throw things, you're my other half, too. There's nobody else for me, either."
    "There's a bed somewhere here?"
    She nodded. "Upstairs. There's a guest suite…"
    That was all he needed to hear. He levered them both up and off the couch, laughing as he slipped on the legal pad he'd left on the floor. She led him hand-in-hand through the kitchen and across the dining room to the main lobby. A wide staircase led to the open second floor above. There were other rooms he'd already glimpsed off the balcony, but this time she led him down a hallway she hadn't shown him earlier.
    "This suite could be for a senior staff person," she said. "Or a guest that really doesn't want to be in a separate cabin, although I can't imagine why anyone would want that."
    He skidded to a stop behind her as she led him into the bright, sunny space.
    It was beautiful.
    A large king-sized bed covered in a quilt took center stage. A chair sat beyond it, under the wide window. And immediately to his left was a roughed-in bathroom. No tiles yet, but it had the bones to be decidedly luxurious.
    She gave him a look that wasn't hard to decipher at all. Doubt and concern warred across her face. Even after his profession of love, she still