He leaned against the wall and offered his hand to me.
“Reed Larkin. I’ve never seen you here before. You new in town?”
“What—” I startled, and then clued in to what he was doing.
Re-enacting our first conversation.
I turned and stood beside him, leaning up against the wall, our shoulders brushing.
“Tate Aduma,” I replied. “You got another audition after this?”
“Nope,” Reed glanced up at me. “Just lick me.”
I fought back a laugh at that line. “Excuse me?”
Reed nudged my shoulder. “I’m heading to a club called Lick Me. You wanna come?”
“Baby, that club is long gone,” I replied and turned to face him. “But to answer your question, yes, I want to lick you and I definitely want to come. But there’s something I want even more than that.”
“Really? What?”
“To love you. Every damn day for the rest of our lives.”
Reed’s resulting smile lit up the hallway.
I leaned down to kiss him, tasting his happiness. And mine.
“It only took you ten years to admit it.”
“Was it worth the wait?” I asked.
“No question.”
EPILOGUE
TATE
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Reed!” I called out as I entered our house. “Baby, are you home?”
My question was met with silence.
That was odd. Our home was anything but.
I wandered through the living area and noticed that the patio doors were open to the backyard.
When I finally spotted him, my heart began to flutter.
Every fucking time.
Reed was sitting on a lounger under the umbrella, our three-year-old daughter, Kylie Rose, fast asleep in his arms. She was my husband’s twin—from her curly blonde hair to her green eyes, to her sunny personality.
She was a happy baby and now a talkative toddler who had everyone who met her, smiling.
Even her grumpy-assed Papa (that’s me).
Doing my stealthiest walk and trying not to wake her, I wandered outside and joined them.