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“I wanted that stick to be positive,” he admitted. “Damn it.”
“I didn’t think I did until it wasn’t. I’m sorry it’s been such a roller coaster.”
“But that was fucking awesome. And until we get a positive stick, I’m fucking you like that every day.”
I giggled. “Every day?”
He kissed my shoulder. “Every damn day. Without Jake in the picture, you and I are the team now. We do what we want to do.”
I curled up next to him. “Ok.”
“And that means this team is making a baby.”
I smiled. I had never been so happy in my life. He tickled the side of my arm. “What happened last night at the award show?”
“Oh, that?”
“Yeah, that.”
“If you look in the trunk of the rental car parked in your driveway you’ll see five CYA awards.”
“No shit.”
I laughed. “Apparently, the votes were cast days before my news story broke, so it had no effect on the results.”
“Damn. I’m sorry I missed it.”
I was too, but I knew it was something I had to do alone. I had to prove to myself that I was strong enough to face my demons and my enemies. Every time I walked on stage last night I carried myself a little taller. A little stronger. I had fight in me I had to find without Luke.
“It’s ok.” I smiled at him. “I’m glad I woke up in Texas this morning.”
He cleared his throat and pushed off the bed, depositing me in a heap.
“Where are you going?” I searched for an explanation.
He stepped into his pajama pants. “I’ve got the perfect place to put those awards.”
I scrambled to follow him, trying to pick my scattered clothes off the floor as I ran after him. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re moving into the ranch.”
I stared at him. “What?”
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It made sense. It made a hell of lot more sense than trying to start a family in two different states. And what if she was pregnant because of today? My baby wasn’t going to be a thousand miles away from me. No.
“I’m getting those CYAs and putting them in the office. I have shelf space.”
“Luke, slow down.” Alexa shuffled behind me.
I popped the lever on the trunk. She hadn’t bothered to lock the car. I saw her collection of hardware. It was fucking impressive. I reached for one of the awards. It sparkled in the sun.
“Alexa Wilde, Country Year Award Artist of the Year,” I read aloud. “These are pretty sweet.”
She shook her head. “Go back to the other part. The part about me moving to the ranch.”
