Parker leans down, and when our lips touch, every nerve-ending in my body dances in excitement.
“Oh, I love you, Dumplin’.”
He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around him.
“Let’s go home.” Kissing makes it a bit hard to navigate our way to the truck, but we can’t help ourselves. We’ve missed out on too many kisses these last few weeks. Way too many.
He sets me in the passenger seat. Then our lips meet again. My heart is like an overfilled balloon about to pop, and I can’t get enough of him.
My phone buzzes, and he laughs. “You should probably get that. I’ll wager a new world map shower curtain that it’s Paisley wanting to know how things went.”
“We definitely need another one of those shower curtains, and you’re right.” I swipe to answer, trying to keep the glee out of my voice. “Hello.”
“Did Parker show up in time?” Her words tumble out almost on top of each other. “I just passed John’s car. Please tell me you aren’t in his passenger seat. Because so help me, if you are going back to him, I will chase you down and make you listen to the baby shark song on repeat until you change your mind.”
It doesn’t seem like much of a threat, but I’ve never heard the song, so what do I know?
Parker slaps a hand over his mouth so Paisley can’t hear his laughing.
I tug on his T-shirt, pulling him close again. “He loves me.”
Paisley inhales, the lead-in to her lecture. “John only loves himself. And I’m not saying that because you aren’t lovable, but he’s not good for you, Bluebonnet. John only thinks about himself.”
“Yep. Listen, I’m going to let you go. Parker and I have stuff to do.”
A delighted scream blasts through the phone before I disconnect the call.
He dances his eyebrows. “Stuff, huh? I better get us home fast.”
As he runs around to the driver’s side, I pull out whatever it is I’m sitting on. When he opens his door, I hold up the package. “I hope I didn’t break anything because I accidentally sat on it.”
“Open it, and we’ll see.”
I tear open the end of the envelope and pull out a small cardboard box. It doesn’t look damaged. “Seems fine.”
He shifts into gear. “Look inside.”
When I lift the lid, I gasp. The earrings that remind me of my grandmother are nestled in the box, but they aren’t clip-ons anymore. “Oh, Dumplin’.”
“Had them reworked so that you can wear them. And I had her use hypoallergenic posts in case you have sensitive ears.”
I catch myself thinking I don’t deserve him, then knock that thought aside. We were meant for each other. It just took crazy circumstances for me to end up where I belong. “When did you buy them?”
“On our honeymoon. When you went to get in line at the restaurant.”
“I love them.” I hurriedly take them out of the box and swap out my small silver loops for the sapphire earrings. “They’re perfect.”
He pulls my hand to his lips. “You can wear them while we do stuff.”
“Definitely.”
“And remind me to refill the bird feeder that’s hanging on the porch.”
“I think the squirrel eats more of it than the birds do.”
He grins. “Yep, but he feels like he’s getting away with something, and I like that squirrel.”
“Can’t imagine why.”
