My cheeks warmed. “What am I gonna do with the two of you, Beau Adams?”
“Share a bed with us? Maybe even a life?”
I laughed, and reached up, squeezing his bicep. “Weird way to propose, but sure.”
His cheeks reddened as I winked and spun, heading back to the patch of vegetables I was harvesting.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” I said over my shoulder.
“You sure will,” he called.
I snorted as I squatted down by the green bell peppers and reached for the shears.
Mornings like this were my favorites. It wasn’t too hot out, we’d have fresh produce for the Y’all Pride Picnic this weekend,and I got to do what I loved. I got lost in my work, forgetting all my worries and concerns until I heard the squeak of the gate.
I expected to see Beau, but Sky walked toward me wearing a denim shirt and loose jeans, a dimpled grin on their face.
“Well, well, well,” I teased. “Someone is up late.”
“Late?” Sky laughed. “All of y’all get up too early.”
They kissed the top of my head before kneeling down next to me, looking around at the patch.
“I want to tell you everything,” they said. “But don’t want to overstep?—”
“I think we’re past that,” I snorted. “I want to hear everything.”
Sky breathed out, planting their hands on their thighs. “He calls me little storm.”
My brows shot up—because damn, that man. That was the perfect nickname for Sky. “I love that.”
“Me too . . . And stargazing was a great idea . . .”
“Did you actually see any stars or were you seeingstars?”
Sky’s laugh rang through the garden. “Both. I got both.”
“Good.” I smirked and bumped their shoulder with mine playfully. “So. Tell me more.”
“That cowboy is hot.”
“He definitely is,” I agreed. “And one lucky son of a gun. Two in one day.”
Sky laughed again and then surprised me by leaning over, resting her cheek on my shoulder. “I really like you, Pris.”
“I really like you too,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “I feel like I’m a mess, though.”
“Aren’t we all?”
Well, we were. But . . .
“What would happen if I stayed?” they whispered.
I stiffened. “Is that really what you’d want? To live out here on a rural ranch with no cell service?”
“It feels right,” they said. “It feels like home.”
“You’re just feeling that because of me and Beau.”
