“What?”
“Agree you’ll move west with me, and I’ll tell you.” Whywould he ask that when I’ve just said I can’t live on the station?
I try to move from his grasp. “I can’t.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me?” He wraps his hands back around me.
“Yes.”
“And you want to be with me?” He pulls me impossibly closer.
“Yes.”
He leans down and whispers. “Then agree to move west with me.”
I chew on my bottom lip. Maybe I could learn to love living up there. And we could always travel.
He is standing at his full height now. “Morgan.”
“I’ll move west with you.” I say with more confidence and conviction then I thought I could muster. He pulls me into his embrace and hugs me, before kissing me. “Okay cowboy, what’s the plan?”
“Do you know how much I love it that you call me that?”
Yeah, I can feel how much he loves it, “Rhys, the plan?”
“Right, yes, okay. I’m buying some property, south of Perth. A space for me and you.” Esky growls, making her presence known. “And Esky.”
I laugh as he rolls his eyes.
“You are my future Morgan.” And then his lips are once again on me, taking my breath away.
“I missed you,” I say into his mouth. “Don’t ever let me go again.”
“Never.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
RHYS
She loves me.
She is moving back west with me.
I want to tell her how much that means to me, taking a chance on me, on us, but I can’t seem to find the words. So, I’ll show her.
We finally make our way inside. Morgan calls out for Shane, but he doesn’t answer. She holds up a note. Shane is gone; we have the house to ourselves. One thing crosses my mind. But first.
“I have something to show you.”
Morgan looks at me and watches me unbutton my shirt. She cocks an eyebrow up, but uncharacteristically stays quiet. That is until my shirt is off, and my chest is exposed.
“Is–is that?” She reaches out to lightly trace the newest addition to my tattooed chest.
“Yes.” Not long after I found her drawing, and Brent smacked some sense into me, I got the magnolia and snake tattooed onto my chest; I got the words in her handwriting.
