“I know,” my cocky psycho answers back, and I smile against his lips.
The first flakes of snow fall around us, but we don’t move as the sky above changes color. Dark pinks and purples swirl together and take my breath away, reminding me of just how small and insignificant we really are in the universe.
How lucky we are to be here, in this moment.
To have found each other, not once but twice.
And it’s then that some fractured part of my heart heals in a way I didn’t know it needed. Because Rome Beneventi loves me, and I think I’m finally ready to accept that I also love myself.
Iwake the next morning to a text from Mom.
Mom
Any chance you’re free tomorrow afternoon?
I look at the shop’s calendar and smile. Kaleigh’s in the rest of this week, so I should be good.
Dillan
I think that should work. What time?
Mom
Two?
Dillan
Okay. Your house?
Mom
Unless you want us to come to yours.
My house . . . Is this my house?
My mind whirls as I think about all the steps Rome and I jumped over to get here and hope like hell we didn’t screw ourselves in the process by moving too fast.
Dillan
I’ll come to you.
Mom
Will Rome be with you?
Dillan
At two? No. He’s in camp, Mom. His fight is this weekend.
Mom
Oh, that makes sense. Okay. You come to my house, and my agent and publicist will be here. Do you want them to sign NDAs?
Dillan
Where do I get NDAs?
Mom
