“Please?”
She’s quiet for a long moment, the silence comfortable even though I’m on edge waiting for her to reply.
“Because it’s important to you.”
“It is.” Swallowing, I add, “And now the other thing.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I think we should get married before the wedding so we can get the insurance set up as soon as possible.”
“You’re probably right.” Giving me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, she turns toward the window, a heaviness settling between us the closer we get to Wintervale.
“I’m sorry this isn’t how you imagined things happening for you,” I tell her, her head whipping toward me as her lips part.
“Not for either of us but we can do this.” Taking my hand, she laces our fingers together and places our joined hands in her lap. “This baby is so lucky to have you.”
I’m so lucky to have you.
“I can’t wait to see you be a mom.”
Her smile is wide as she squeezes my hand. “There you go again, Heartthrob.”
“What?”
“Being perfect.”
“I’m not; I just wouldn’t change this for anything.”
“Stop.” She laughs, her head falling back against the seat. “You’re already too hard to resist.”
“Then my plan is working,” I tease, but it’s the truth and I haven’t even gotten started.
Not even close.
10
INDIE
“Wow,” I breathe, staring up at the cabin before us. “Did you build this?”
“No, but I did a lot of the remodeling myself.”
“It’s beautiful.” The wood is stained a rich cherry color with a big front porch and black shingled roof. Two rocking chairs sit off to one side of the door with hanging baskets filled with brightly colored flowers. “Isn’t it too early for flowers…?”
“They’re fake,” he says and I gasp, making him chuckle as he pushes open the driver’s side door. “Reid finally got annoyed at having to replace the dead ones so this was the compromise.”
“That’s actually pretty genius.”
“It is and he’ll love the compliment.” Winking, Beau rounds the hood and comes to my side, offering me his hand as I slide off the seat and onto the ground. “Welcome home,” he murmurs and I smirk.
“We just gonna completely gloss over the fact that I’m not lookin’ at Wren’s apartment?”
“Stunner, I’m about to make you my wife.” The possessiveness in that statement has a little thrill shooting downmy spine as heat pools between my legs. “I’ll be damned if you’re living anywhere but under my roof.”
“I think I’m supposed to be offended by all that bravado, but I can’t seem to manage it.”
He laughs, the sound low and throaty as we climb the porch stairs, his hand pausing as it reaches for the doorknob.
