“It was exhausting.”
He stepped closer.
“Is the cottage accessible?”
“Yes.”
“Medical contacts?”
“In the folder.”
“Route?”
“Printed.”
“Medication?”
“Packed.”
“Hospital?”
“Forty minutes away.”
“Weather?”
“Clear after morning rain.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You anticipated every question.”
“I have an anxious husband.”
The word interrupted him.
“Husband.”
“Yes.”
He exhaled.
Then caught me around the waist and lifted me clean off the ground.
I laughed and grabbed his shoulders.
“You’re wrinkling the suit.”
“I don’t care.”
He kissed me while Caleb and Owen made unnecessary noises behind us.
When my feet returned to the dock, Reid kept his forehead against mine.
“You planned Alder Cove.”
“I wanted somewhere that belonged to both versions of me.”
His eyes softened.
