With Me In Seattle: Play With Me Part 42

He winks and leads me into the restaurant, through the shabby booths and to the back where a guy is sitting with his back to the room, beanie on his head, hoodie on, tattooed hands holding a cup of coffee.

Leo.

My wide gaze finds Will's and he just shrugs.

Leo looks back at us and smiles, stands, and holds his hand out to Will. "Hey, man."

"Hey. I'm gonna let you guys catch up. Do you mind giving Meg a ride home when you're done?"

"You're leaving?" I ask him, b.u.t.terflies swarming crazily in my stomach.

"I'm a third wheel, and won't understand your inside jokes anyway." He brushes his hand down my face, leans in and whispers in my ear, "You'll be fine. I love you. Call me if you need me."

"I love you too," I murmur and watch him walk out of the restaurant.

"Have a seat," Leo gestures to the other side of the booth, and I automatically plop down in it and just stare at him. His beanie is pulled low across his forehead, covering his eyebrow piercing. His grey eyes are happy, but guarded as if he doesn't quite know how I'll react to him.

He's gripping onto his coffee with both hands.

"You have new tats on your fingers," I murmur.

"You have a new tat on your arm," he returns.

I smile. "I've had it for a while."

"What song?"

"Dare You To Move."

He nods, understanding why. "The floor line?" he asks.

"Yeah."

He nods again.

"How long are you in town?" I ask, trying desperately to start conversation. It's never been hard to talk to Leo. I hate that it is now.

"A while. The tour is done, and we're taking a hiatus."

"I thought you lived in L.A. now." I frown.

"I have a place there, but I miss home." He shrugs and offers me a half smile and I can't help but zero in on that silver hoop in his lip. It actually looks really hot on him. "I miss you, Meg-pie."

"I miss you too," I sigh and nod at the waitress as she offers me coffee and sets menus in front of us. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Yeah, it is."

"No, it's not. I have your number. I never called you either."

"Why?" I ask.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear from me."

"I guess we were both wrong," I murmur and smile at him. "So you're gonna be here a while, huh?"

"Yep. Gonna work on the next alb.u.m, and just regroup."

"Good."

"So, Will Montgomery?" He sits back in the booth and narrows his eyes on me.

"Yeah." I smile shyly and look down at my coffee.

"You love him?" he asks, cutting to the chase.

"More than anything." I confirm.

Leo nods, watching me. "He makes you happy." It's not a question.

"Very."

"Is Sylvia still around?"

My eyes shoot to his in surprise. "How did you...?"

"I'm not stupid, Megan. I knew you were paying her. Is she still around?"

"No, Will paid her off."

"Looks like he makes me happy too." Leo takes a sip of his coffee, and I laugh, my stomach finally settling.

"What about you? Settling down with any groupies?" I ask sweetly and he throws a sugar packet at me.

"No settling down. s.e.x, fine. Relationships, no."

"Leo..."

"No." His face is hard, and I know the subject is closed.

"Stubborn a.s.s."

"Just like the rest of the women in the country, you adore me," He gloats and takes a swig of coffee, smacks his lips and smiles smugly.

"I'm glad to see you're still modest." I shake my head at him, so happy to be with him again.

"So, tell me about Will, and why I shouldn't break his throwing arm for touching my sister..."

Epilogue.

~Will~ Two months later...

"Why didn't we hire a moving company again?" I ask as I carry the four-thousandth box off the moving truck into the spare bedroom.

"Because, they aren't careful. I don't have much, but what I do have I don't need getting broken and ruined." Meg is sitting on the floor in the guest room, going through a box.

"Can you help us finish unloading the truck before you start unpacking boxes?" I ask her, hands on my hips.

"Hey! Where are you guys?" Caleb and Leo both come into the guest room with scowls on their faces.

"You guys do not get to go have s.e.x while we unload your truck," Caleb says, pointing at us.

"Dude, that's my sister," Leo crosses his arms over his chest and Meg laughs.

"Come on," I hold my hand out to her and pull her to her feet. "Let's go, lazy bones."

All of the brothers are unloading the truck, the girls are directing us on where to put the boxes, as if we're all illiterate and can't read bedroom written in black sharpie on the side of the box.

Women always need to boss us around.

I love them.

Megan joins Nat in the kitchen, merging her things with mine, and my chest swells with happiness. It took me six long weeks, but I finally talked her into moving in with me.

"You know," Meg announces to the room at large. "You didn't all need to come help. I don't have that much stuff. Leo and Will could have handled the big stuff."

"Thanks so much for volunteering me," Leo mutters. "Why didn't we hire a company again?"

"That's what I said," I agree, and we both earn glares from Meg. She looks so hot when she's irritated with me.

"So, Sam," Leo saunters over to Samantha, who's trying to decide where to hang some artwork Meg brought with her. "What are you doing later?"

"I won't be doing you," she mutters and we all bust out laughing.

Sam is a hard-a.s.s. She's no-nonsense, and tells it like it is. She's also gorgeous, and I can't blame Leo for trying.

"Uh, I wasn't offering, honey." Leo smiles smugly. "I was wondering if you'd like me to take you to have that stick pulled out of your a.s.s."

The girls gasp, and Luke's eyes go hard as stone, but just before he makes the move to kick Leo's a.s.s, Sam laughs and shakes her head.

"Nope, I like my stick right where it is."

"Let me know if you change your mind."

"You'll be the first to know." She hammers a nail into my wall and hangs the picture at her feet. "But just so you know, I don't date famous people."

"Neither do I," Leo winks and saunters into the kitchen, pulls a beer out of the fridge and takes a sip. The girls are all smiling broadly at him, and I have to say, I want to high-five him.

There's no way in h.e.l.l he'll talk her into going out with him.

Finally, after what feels like days, everyone leaves. I thank everyone for their help as they climb in their cars and drive off, shut the front door and go in search of my girl.

I find her in the guest room again, going through that same box from earlier.

"What are you looking at?" I ask her and lean against the door jam. She looks so young, sitting there on the floor in my old jersey and her black yoga pants, hair pulled up in a ponytail and no makeup.

"I found these pictures that Nat took of me when we were in college." She thumbing through the photos, and I frown in confusion, and then it hits me. Natalie takes naked pictures.

Naked pictures of Megan.

"Show me." I push away from the door and lower myself to the floor behind her, my legs on either side of her and pull her against my chest, her s.e.xy a.s.s snuggled up against my groin.

And then my world stands still.

The photos are black and white. Meg is holding her guitar, and not wearing a st.i.tch of clothing.

"Holy h.e.l.l," I mutter as she shuffles through them slowly. There must be two dozen of them, Meg in different poses with that guitar. Her hair is down, framing her face. She was slimmer then, in the way women are when their bodies are changing from being a teen into a woman. I much prefer her rounder b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hips now, but d.a.m.n, even then she was a knock out.

"How old were you?" I ask.

"Nineteen," she replies shyly, looking at the photos.

She comes to the last one. She's sitting cross-legged on a bed covered in white sheets that have been messed up. Her arms are wrapped around the guitar, and it's covering her completely, but it's the s.e.xiest photo of the bunch. Her face is sober, her wide eyes staring into the camera, and she's biting her bottom lip.

"Can I keep that one?" I ask.

"Sure. You can keep them all."

"Really?" I run my hands up and down her arms and kiss her neck, just below her ear. I'm sure she can feel how much these photos have turned me on.

"I don't need them." She leans into me and turns her sweet face to me. I run my fingers down her cheek and kiss her nose, her dimple and then her lips.

"You are beautiful, Megan. Then and even more so now."

"I'm glad you think so."

"I'm glad you're here, in our home with me."

She smiles widely, her eyes happy, and I will do whatever it takes to keep that happiness there for the rest of her life.

"Me too. Can we get naked now?"