“No. It won’t even be a contest.” His eyes were warm. “You’re my favorite person. And our baby will feel the same way about you.”
I sighed. “God, you’re perfect.”
“Perfect for you.” He leaned down and kissed the end of my nose and pulled back.
I stroked Lottie’s head and was quiet for a moment.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Just thinking about how cute our baby will be.” I beamed up at him.
“Hopefully it has the good sense to look exactly like you.”
“Funny,” I said with a wobbly smile. “I was thinking how much I hope it looks like you.”
He held Lottie with one hand and cradled my cheek with the other. “Let me get my girls home. And I’ll spend the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”
I sighed. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
As he led me to the truck, he leaned down and whispered, “After all, ladies come first.”
EPILOGUE
The week before Thanksgiving
Wyn
“The logo is perfect,” I said on speakerphone.
“Yeah? I think so too,” Poet said. “I can’t believe Brooks drew it. He’s so talented.”
I bit my tongue as my best friend gushed about her fiancé. I was happy for her. But when all your friends were in love and you weren’t, you were a little bit salty.
And by you I meantme.
I’m saltier than a dirty martini.
Poet ended her gushing monologue.
“How’s the chalet?” she asked, changing the subject.
“It’s not a chalet. Chalets are in the Alps. I’m in Colorado,” I said as I looked around the expansive kitchen that was bigger than the entire pre-war Manhattan apartment I’d once shared with my three best friends.
“I’ve seen pictures,” she said. “It’s a chalet. American or not.”
“Fine, we can call it a chalet.”
“I thought you weren’t going to the chalet until December.”
“They changed plans once they saw the snow forecast.”
“Ah.”
“It’s fine. Their kid is in ski school every day until about three. We got fresh powder last night, so the parents went out this morning. I’ve had the place to myself.”
Mildred, the cream-haired mini-dachshund terror, wandered into the kitchen, her collar jangling as she trotted toward me.
