I wasn’t talking about sex, actually. Surprising even to me. Words floated through my head, but somehow they never made it to my vocal cords.

“Yeah, our sex is great.”

“We can have sex here,” she said. “We don’t need Montana for that.”

I sighed. “I do. I want to go home. I want to…”

What the hell did I want?

Things I had no business wanting.

She didn’t miss the opportunity to badger me.

“What do you want, Rock?”

I sighed. “You. I want you.”

“Meaning…?”

She wasn’t going to let this go.

I wasn’t falling in love. I couldn’t be. I didn’t have it in me. But I wanted something from this beautiful woman—something I couldn’t put into words.

“I want you to spend the weekend with me. In Montana. It’s perfect. Monday’s a holiday so we can make it a long weekend.”

“Memorial Day,” she said. “I usually volunteer with homeless veterans on Memorial Day.”

Could she be any more perfect? “What if I make a sizable donation to the organization to make up for the loss of you for one day?”

She smiled. “It’s not about money, Rock. It’s about doing something I believe in. I don’t have a lot of time to do volunteer work, so I do what I can, and I take it seriously.”

Beauty, brains, honesty, integrity, and selflessness.

If I had the capacity to love, I’d love Lacey Ward.

“All right,” I said. “We’ll come back on Sunday evening. That way you can—”

She reached across the table and laid her hand over mine. A bolt of lightning shot through me at her touch.

“I’ll find another way to help this year,” she said. “I’ll go with you for the long weekend.”

Elation filled me. I felt like a school boy who just found out the girl I had a crush on liked me back.

Ridiculous.

“You won’t regret it.”

“Call me or text me with the flight information,” she said. “I’ll have to pack tonight because I have a full day of appointments tomorrow.”

“What time is your last appointment?” I asked.

She checked her phone. “Three thirty.”

“And how long will it take?”

“About forty-five minutes at most. Why?”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at your office at five to give you some cushion.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to get a flight by tomorrow?”

“Very sure,” I said, winking. “We’ll be taking the Wolfe jet.”

Her eyes widened into circles. “What?”

“I’m the CEO of the company. All I need to do is make a call.”

“You can use the jet for personal business?”

“Of course. I’d bet my father took it all over the place, and I know Reid has used it to go to the Caribbean on more than one occasion.”

Her gorgeous lips dropped into an O.