Read Online One Last Weekend by Linda Lael Miller - Free Book Online

“Eventually.”
    â€œCan we just stay here? Not go back to Seattle at all?”
    Teague blinked, confused.
    â€œI mean it,” Joanna said. “Why does this have to end?”
    He kissed her, with his eyes open and full of puzzlement.
    More tears came, tickling Joanna’s temples, rolling into her ears. “Do we have to divide things up and go our separate ways?” she asked. “Do we really have to?”
    Teague swallowed hard. “Are you just saying that,” he asked gruffly, “because you want my body?”
    â€œI’m saying it because I want you, Teague.” She smiled, squirming a little to tease him. “Although your studly body is a definite plus.”
    His eyes were wet. “God, Joanna, I love you. I always have. I guess I just forgot how to tell you, how to show you—”
    â€œShh,” she said, lifting her head to kiss him. “You’re not the only one who forgot. I did, too. Do you think we could try again?”
    Teague laughed hoarsely. “That depends. If you’re talking about another session like the one we just had, I need a little time. I’m almost a grandfather, you know. If you’re talking about the marriage, it’s an unequivocal yes.”
    â€œThink we can get it right?”
    â€œI think we’ll make a lot of mistakes, and get it right most of the time.”
    â€œSounds sensible,” Joanna said softly, stroking the side of his wonderful face with a slow motion of one index finger. “I’d like to suggest one ground rule, though.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œIf one of us decides to leave, the other one gets the dog.”
    Teague grinned. “Deal,” he said.
    And then he kissed her in a very ungrandfatherly way.
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    One month later
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    Joanna looked up from her computer, watching through the front window as Teague and Sammy came up from the beach, Sammy as spry as a pup now that he was getting a lot of fresh air, attention, and exercise, Teague relaxed and happy, with sawdust on his jeans. He spent mornings in the garage behind the cottage, working on his boat, while Joanna worked on her novel.
    Today, she had a surprise for him.
    â€œHello, Gramps,” she said as he and Sammy came in, bringing a pleasant summer breeze with them.
    Teague crossed to bend and kiss her.
    â€œWhat do you say I fuck your socks off while Sammy takes his nap?” he asked.
    She grinned. “Bend me over something,” she said. “I’m all yours.”
    His eyes glowed with anticipation and mischievous plans as he pulled her to her feet.
    â€œBut first,” she said, “there’s something I have to tell you.”
    He frowned. “Caitlin’s all right?”
    â€œCaitlin’s fine—I talked to her an hour ago. She’s over the morning sickness, and she and Peter are coming for a visit in a couple of weeks.”
    â€œThat’s good news,” Teague said, sliding a hand up under Joanna’s T-shirt and bra to cup her breast.
    â€œThere’s more,” Joanna said, tugging his hand from her breast—much as she’d loved being fondled—and gripping it in her own. “Come with me.”
    â€œThe bedroom?” Teague murmured. “Not very imaginative.”
    â€œThe bathroom,” Joanna said, pulling him along behind her.
    â€œNot very romantic .”
    â€œYou seemed to like it well enough yesterday when I gave you a blow job while you were trying to shave,” Joanna reminded him sweetly.
    A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh—yeah.”
    â€œForget it, Gramps,” Joanna said. “This isn’t about getting you off.”
    â€œDamn,” Teague said, disappointed.
    They’d reached the bathroom doorway, and the kit Joanna had bought at the supermarket a week before but been afraid to use lay on the counter next to the sink.
    â€œWhat—?” Teague murmured, clearly