“You’re relentless.”
“Yes.”
He rose and came around the table.
I looked up.
Noah placed both hands on my shoulders.
“Can tomorrow also say yes?”
“It may.”
He kissed me.
Slow.
Deep enough that my fingers tightened at his waist.
When he drew back, his cheeks were warm.
“The settlement means I can do anything.”
“Financially.”
“I could buy a house.”
“Yes.”
“A boat.”
“Yes.”
“An irresponsible number of tools.”
“Unfortunately.”
He studied my face.
“I don’t want any of that.”
“What do you want?”
He touched the side of my neck.
“A future that feels like mine.”
He answered quietly.
“What does it look like?”
“The yard.”
I smiled.
“Predictable.”
“Marlowe.”
