Breaking the kiss, I lean my forehead against his. “I love you, Rhett, and if you want a house on this patch of land then that’s what we will do. You, with your sexy cowboy hat, Dandee, and me. We can make this ours.”
Everything else fades out around us as the last bit of sun fades away, the stars and moon replacing it and turning the landscape into a dream.
Looking up, I point to the unfiltered sky above us, stars twinkling, and chuckle. “My first house demand is a skylight so that I can kiss you under these stars in our bed.”
He chuckles with me. “I’ll start a list of your demands. I’m sure you’ll have more as we go.”
“Count on it,” I say.
EPILOGUE
Colton
Three months later
Three fucking months of seeing him through a screen.
Three months of hearing his voice and not touching him.
And now, he’s standing ten feet away from me.
The ranch looks unchanged, as if frozen in a time I never left. Trucks are parked crooked, the barn door is cocked open about halfway, and the lights are on inside, illuminating Rhett, who stands frozen inside, arms crossed, and a grin on his face that’s been there since my bike pulled up.
I swing off the bike slowly, helmet still in my hand.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” he calls out jokingly.
Hearing that voice now is ten times better than any FaceTime call we’ve had.
I huff out a breath, finally getting my feet to cooperate, and start toward him. “Are you kidding? Been counting down.”
He pushes off the frame of the door he was on and meets me halfway, our chests almost touching.
“I’d fucking hope so. You’re stuck with me, Colt. You’re mine, and I love you.”
His hands snake into my hair, weaving between the tangled strands, as he brands me with a searing kiss. My tongue slips into his mouth, battling for dominance, and I grab him by the front of his shirt to hold him close.
I nip at his lower lip and he breaks the kiss, asking me a question he already knows the answer to.
“Don’t do that, Rhett. You already know the answer to that.”
“Then say it anyway. Maybe I want to hear you say it.”
“I missed you too, cowboy. So much.”
Taking his hand in mine, I guide him over to my bike. “Get your helmet out of your truck. I want to take you somewhere.”
He nods, his hand slipping out of mine as I grab my helmet off the fence post it always sits on and cue up my Bluetooth. Once he comes over to me, I connect his before climbing on.
“Come on, Golden Boy.”
He hesitates for a second before climbing behind me wrapping his hands around my waist. Leaning into me, his warm chest is pressed against my back. The weight of his body against mine feels just right.
Twisting the throttle, the bike roars to life below us, lurching forward, and his grip tightens on my waist. The road stretches out in front of us, empty and familiar.
I smirk to myself, pushing the throttle just a little harder.
“Missed me?” I ask through the Bluetooth.
