“Ah …” Travis shifted uncomfortably. “Bar. I met you at a bar.”
“I know that. But were you just planning that one night?” Caitlin prodded.
“Honestly? I knew one night wasn’t going to be enough.”
Caitlin frowned. “Was I by myself?”
Travis felt his body tense. “No. You were with John Cooper.”
“Oh,” Caitlin looked away from him. “If I was with another man, what made you approach me? You don’t look like the type to poach on someone else’s territory.”
Damn right I don’t. “It didn’t appear that you were together since other guys were asking you to dance,” Travis said. “I got tired of watching assholes grope you and decided to cut in.”
“So you decided to grope me yourself?”
Travis chuckled, “You loved my hands on you. We got hot and dirty on the dance floor . . . took it to the back of the bar. It got too risqué, so we decided to take it back to my place.”
“Wow—”
Travis grinned. “Fireworks, babe. We had it in spades.”
“And the morning after?”
Travis scowled as he remembered her trying to sneak out of his bed. “You tried to leave at dawn. I caught you at the door.”
“What do you mean? You wouldn’t let me leave?”
“Picked you up, tossed you back on the bed, and fucked you until I was sure you couldn’t walk.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes at him. “Stop exaggerating.”
“All right, you could still walk, but I fucking made sure you weren’t coming up for air for a couple of days.”
“So we went at it like rabbits,” Caitlin said dryly. “How did we end up getting married?”
“I knew you weretheoneafter a week. I wanted to marry you by the second week, but I had to force myself to wait for six weeks before I asked you,” Travis said, remembering the angst of waiting to marry her. “But I made sure before I deployed again with the SEALs, there would be a ring on your finger.” He leaned in. “So everyone would know you were mine.”
“Unusually long vacation to be home for over six weeks.”
“A shoulder injury sidelined me for three months.”
“And yet you fucked like a champion.”
“I wasn’t able to show you all my moves.” He waggled his brows at her. Caitlin giggled and threw the scrunched-up sandwich wrapper at him.
“Watch it, babe. The hipsters are staunch environmentalists and littering will land you firmly on their shit list,” Travis teased.
“This is an odd town,” Caitlin mused. “Bikers, hipsters, hippies. Did you see the stained glass sun catcher I got from one of the shops?”
“It’s gorgeous, Cat. Where are you going to hang it?”
“I was thinking in the living room. The window I think is facing southwest, so the afternoon sun will be perfect.”
Travis nodded, thrilled that Caitlin was starting to add her own touch to their home. She was his world. The notion should scare him, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. He lived and breathed for her.
Damn. This mountain air sure filled up his brain with enough epiphanies to last him a lifetime.
He looked around the isolated landscape as another epiphany struck him.
