“I did accomplish something today.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her breath bathing my lips. “I made an appointment.”
My brows rose.
“Two, actually.”
“What kind of appointments?” I asked.
“One to change mine and Holt’s last name,” she said. “And the other to make sure I’m still on the right track.”
My head tilted.
“What did the doctor have to say about the medication you’re taking?” I asked. “Did they say how much longer they expected you to be on it?”
“A couple more months, then she’ll start weaning me off.” Her smile was softer. “She said that having support helps a lot. My brain is able to process the medicine faster. She’s happy that everything has stabilized, and she says that I need to keep doing what I’m doing.”
My grin turned lecherous. “I’ll definitely help you keep doing me.”
She rolled her eyes and headed to the corner of the room where she’d left her Crocs.
“You do realize that it’s a hundred and seven degrees outside right now, right?” I wondered. “Hardly hoodie weather.”
She winked. “I’m also wearing my own shorts under this. If I get hot, I’ll take the hoodie and sweatpants off.”
And she did get hot.
Especially when she saw how high building prices were.
The projected totals for a four-thousand-square-foot house were astronomical to her.
“Oh, we can get the cheapest cabinets available.” She wiped her brow. “Is it hot in here?”
The man across the desk from me grinned. “Nope. Can’t say that it is. I insulated this office myself. It’s a perfect sixty-nine degrees in here. Just like I like it.”
Her worried eyes met mine, and I squeezed her thigh. “Don’t worry. I have this.”
She shook her head and looked away, but her shoulders did drop as the muscles in her neck and back loosened.
And by the end of the day, we had arranged to meet again next week when they were able to get some plans drawn up.
A week after that we approved final plans for both the office and the house.
A month after that, they broke ground at the lake, while demolishing the back half of the bar altogether.
Six months after that, the walls, sheetrock, and roof was in place.
A year after that, we’d moved into our place on the lake, and it was everything that we wanted it to be.
Epilogue
Your hole is my goal.
—T-shirt
BAKER
