Page 78 of Falling Together

“Damn shame.” He gives me the briefest of kisses. “How about tomorrow night?”

“Are you asking me to have a sleepover with you?”

He laughs. “Yeah, Cowgirl. I’m asking you to have another sleepover with me.”

“Only if you get your tarot reading from Serena.”

“Lead the way.”

I step out of his arms and take the few steps to Serena’s booth. Two people walk away smiling before she beckons us forward. Grant takes a seat and pulls me down onto his lap. It makes happiness bloom in my chest that he’s so affectionate.

“Hi, Georgia. And this must be the famous Grant I’ve heard so much about.”

Grant’s eyes go wide at her words.

“Hi, Serena. Yes, this is Grant. I know he’s been the talk of the town.”

She smiles at him, eyes wide behind her glasses. “Welcome. Let’s see what the cards have in store for you.”

She shuffles the cards and when the first card is pulled out, she gives a knowing smile.

“What does that mean?” Grant asks. His hand rests on my stomach, absent-mindedly rubbing it. He hasn’t felt the baby move yet, but I know he is desperate for it. Hopefully one of these days soon.

“The Emperor is a good one for you. He’s a father figure and it means people can rely on you for stability and security.”

“Would you look at that?” I say, squeezing Grant close.

Grant listens with rapt attention as she explains more. He drinks up every word.

“That was interesting,” Grant says once the two of us say our goodbyes to Serena.

Fireflies are starting to flicker in the early dusk. A s’mores bar is set up near the fire pit with the ooey-gooey smell of marshmallows calling us over.

“In a good way or a bad way?” I ask.

“Good,” he says. “Maybe I won’t be so bad at this whole parenting thing again.”

I track Luke, who is with Poppy and Max making their own treats. My guess is the two younger kids started chatting with him. Neither of them know a stranger, and now, they’re all eating s’mores together.

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job right now.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. Luke is a good kid, and I’m pretty lucky that I get to do this whole parenting thing with you,” I say.

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Now, I wish I could hang out more, but I have to go help with the horses.”

“Think I could get a ride?”

I cock a brow at him. “Grant…”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “It was completely innocent.”

“Sure.” I press a kiss against his lips and push him away. “Go make s’mores and bring me one. Maybe two. The baby is hungry.”

“Suuure,” he parrots back.