CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Months later…
The front door slammed and Randi jumped. Then she shot out of the upstairs room she used as her study and scooted quickly down the steps. Mike held her for a good thirty welcoming seconds and then pushed her away.
He was dressed in his pilot clothes…damn sexy, she thought with a suppressed giggle.
“You’re looking happy,” he said.
“I am. I finished that decorating project and got an A, how about that?”
He looked pleased.
“Next, I’ll redecorate your office,” she answered with a smirk.
“Oh, no you don’t! Not my office. I like it just the way it is.”
“Please!” she c****d her head, whining.
“No, you’re not going to decorate my office. Now turn around and march into the kitchen!” He pushed her around and smacked her butt to get her going. She started off
