Chapter Twenty-Two
“ISN’T THERE ANYTHING at your apartment besides your bedroom stuff that you want to bring here?” Selby asked as they sat around the table out on the back patio eating breakfast. In typical Saturday night fashion, the three of them had slept together in the master bedroom, arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other after spending the night pleasuring each other until exhaustion claimed them. Selby called it his housewarming gift to Tracey.
The petite redhead shook her head as she reached for a piece of bacon. “Nothing so important that I need to hurry over there and grab it. It’s perfectly safe where it is. Why rush it? It’s not going anywhere.”
He stared at her a moment, a piece of toast in his hand. “But I want to make this place just as much yours as ours, a bl
