Rhett gives me a heated look. “Do you really think two months is all it would take for me to get you ‘out of my system?’”
Ignoring his question, I pull up my legs and turn to him. “If we go to bed any earlier, your brothers are going to know we’re boning like our lives depend on it.”
“Beau and Jace don’t care. Hell, they’re hardly home at night. And it’s good to get Gabriel and Austin to bed early. If they’re gonna take over the ranch someday, it’s better if they’re used to our schedule.”
As we pull into town, I motion toward the pharmacy. “Can we pull in here real quick? I need to pick up something.”
“Sure thing. I’ll wait here.” I pop open the lock, but before I open the door, he grabs my hand and tugs me back. “You forgot something.”
“What’s that?”
“This.” He pulls me to him for a kiss.
I run my hand over his beard. “You’re a handsome devil, you know that?”
He chuckles. “So I’ve been told.”
Ugh, why doesn’t he want to have more children? I swear my body is chanting,We want babies! We want babies!
With a smile on my face, I slip out of the truck. I’m back in a few minutes and hand him a package.
“What’s this?”
“Just a little something I thought you’d like. Really, I should frame them first, but I can’t wait.”
He opens the bag and pulls out the packet of photos. He grins as he flips through the pics of him, Jace, and the boys when they went fishing. I made sure Jace took a bunch. “This was really sweet of you. Thank you, honey.”
I uploaded them to the pharmacy photo website a while back but kept forgetting to get them. They were such adorable pics, I thought he might want to have printed copies.
Leaning over, he gives me another kiss, but this one is long and sweet, and by the time I pull away, I’m out of breath. “Can we go to my PT appointment before I crawl into your lap?”
He adjusts himself again and nods. “Yes, ma’am.” We drive a few more blocks, then turn into a parking lot. “Meet you here in an hour? I need to head to the hardware store. I read that chickens need a perch, so I wanna add a few to their run.”
I grin. “When I said I wanted chickens, I thought we’d get a little coop.” But Rhett basically built me a mini-barn that houses thirty birds. “I think you’re going overboard.”
“My wife wants chickens, so we’re doing this right.”
I love you.
I want to tell him so badly, but instead I kiss him again and then head in for my appointment.
Why does my husband have to be so swoony?
An hour later,I step out into the late afternoon sun. My heart skips a beat when I spot Rhett’s truck. I keep waiting for that physical reaction to subside, but every time I see him, especially when he’s gone all morning, adrenaline rushes through me and I get giddy.
As I approach, he gets out to open my door. “How’d it go?”
“Great. My ankle is strong enough to do more weight training. My physical therapist said he wants to make sure I’m strong enough before I start tumbling again.” I’ve been jogging in the mornings, but tumbling adds so much more pressure to your joints.
Am I taking rehab slow? Yes. Do I care? Not really.
If I were back at Lone Star State, I would’ve wrapped this ankle and done my cheer routines regardless of the pain for nationals, but I have to admit it’s nice to not kill myself. In fact, I’m enjoying not living at a back-breaking pace. I love life on the Walker Ranch.
And if I’m considering not heading to Boston later this year, well, that’s my business for now.
Rhett nods. “Glad to hear it, but, um… He’s not getting too friendly, is he? Because I can break one of his hands if he is.”
I chuckle. “He’s been a total gentleman. Need I remind you that I have therapy in a big room about two feet away from his assistant?” Rhett and I got a tour of the facilities at my first appointment.
