But I couldn’t jump to conclusions. He had kids. They were still with him. School didn’t start until next week so they could still be up and something could have happened to take Mickey’s attention.

I put my phone to my nightstand, got under the covers, turned out the light and pulled the covers up to my shoulder, snuggling in.

I was wide awake.

And I was thinking I’d agreed to have dinner with Mickey but then he’d ended the call before we’d even made plans.

“Oh God,” I breathed.

My doorbell rang.

My head shot off the pillow as a shiver stole over my skin.

The doorbell rang again.

My hand threw back the covers as my feet threw themselves over the side of the bed.

I hit the floor and started running. Running in my little navy satin nightie with its plum lace (an Alyssa choice, no skank, all class, very sexy) right to the front door.

The motion sensor light was activated.

Mickey was shadowed through the glass.

I unlocked it, threw it open and looked up just in time to find myself in the strong arms of Mickey Donovan, his mouth on mine, and he was kissing me.

I let him, pressed close to his heat, held on tight and kissed him back.

We made out, wet and sweet and hard and wild, on my landing in the open front door and we did it for a really long time.

I loved every fucking second.

Arm tight around the small of my back, me up on tiptoes, Mickey mostly supporting my weight, his other hand in my hair, my arms wound around his shoulders, Mickey ended it.

Slowly, my lips bruised and tingling—lots of things tingling—my eyes drifted open.

“Lobster Market tomorrow night at seven?” he asked, his voice thick, his eyes through the shadows I could actually feel were heated.

I felt a giggle of pure joy bubble inside of me, forced it down to a smile and breathed, “Works for me.”

“No kids,” he said. “Just you and me.”

I nodded, holding on just as he kept holding me. “Just you and me.”

He dipped so close that his nose brushed mine. “You made the right choice, Amy.”

Current evidence was strongly suggesting I did.

“Not certain there was another choice, Mickey,” I admitted and he grinned.

I had it back.

I loved that too.

He bent to put my feet on the floor and started to let me go. I figured it would be a little clingy at this juncture to hold on tight, so I let him.

With one arm still around me, he lifted his other hand and brushed my bangs out of my eyes.

“See you tomorrow, baby.”

He would.

And I’d see him.

I was standing in his arm and still…

I couldn’t wait.

“You will,” I confirmed.