“Unfortunately.Yes.”
“Unfortunately?”
“Unrequited love always sucks the bigone.”
She chewed her lip for a second, still watching the road. “That’s true. But I don’t think in this case it is unrequited. He loves you too. He just doesn’t realize ityet.”
“Even better. Now I just have to hope he figures out he’spossiblyin love with me before it’s toolate.”
Did Kelsey miss the sarcasm? Yeah, I didn’t think soeither.
By the time we arrived in San Francisco, I could barely keep my eyes open. I hadn’t heard from Josh since we left the resort, so I figured I wouldn’t get to see himtonight.
Or for the next four days—while he was away on another roadtrip.
Kelsey pulled up in front of my Victorian-stylebuilding.
And Iblinked.
Josh was sitting on the steps. Waiting forme.
Even though he had a key to myapartment.
“He didn’t want you to have to carry your bag upstairs,” Kelseyexplained.
My eyes must have grown as large as the full moon. “You knew he washere?”
She nodded. “I called him during your last bathroom break and gave him ourETA.”
After I thanked Kelsey for the ride and the fun weekend away, Josh helped me from the car and grabbed my bag from the trunk. The man was buzzing with an energy that was hard to figure out. It was like he was both excited and nervous at the same time—not your typicalJosh.
He threaded his fingers with mine and led me upstairs to my apartment. Once inside, he nodded at the spare room. Noah’s room—once I got around to setting it up. Another thing on my to-do list for while he wasaway.
Curious as to what was going on, I walked into Noah’s room and flipped on the lightswitch.
My breath? Completely stalled in mychest.
The room looked exactly like the one I had recently seen in a maternity magazine—including the adorable koala mural on the wall behind the crib. The crib, changing table, and drawers were white as was the thick rug on the hardwood floor. There was even a stuffed koala, sitting in the corner of thecrib.
Speechless, I glanced atJosh.
He rubbed the back of his neck, and for the first time since I’d known him, he appeared uncertain. Vulnerable. “Do you likeit?”
“You did this?” I asked, my voice soft, as I blinked back the tears that had nothing to do with myhormones.
“With Trent and Travis’s help. Travis painted themural.”
“Hepaints?”
“Apparently. Do you likeit?”
I turned around and flung my arms around his neck. “I love it! It’s perfect!” There might have also been kissing involved. The deep kind. The kind that woke up all my girlie parts from theirnap.
I don’t know how long we’d been kissing—a few minutes, a few hours—before I finally pulled away. “And I know Noah will love ittoo.”
As if agreeing with me, the baby in question kicked me in the side. I grabbed Josh’s hand and positioned it on the spot. Noah did it again. That brought a big smile to Josh’s face. He never got tired of feeling his sonkick.
“I know you worry that you’ll be like your father,” I told Josh, “but you’ll never be like him. He would never have done something so sweet andwonderful.”
