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I nod.
“Not even a little.”
“Not at all?”
She sighs and interlaces our fingers. “I admit I’m not happy you lied. I still don’t get why you didn’t just tell me.”
“Have you met you?” I ask, genuinely confused as to how she doesn’t see it. “You’re intimidating. And I’m just the mail guy at your office, not some high-powered suit. I didn’t know how to get you to see me.”
“Don’t you see though?” she starts and smiles at me. “I fell for you all on my own, without knowing who the notes came from.”
I pause and let out a breathless laugh. “I guess that’s true.”
“So no, I’m not pissed.” She sighs, sliding her arms up over my shoulders. I take the opportunity to wrap mine around her waist and pull her to me tightly. “But I do want one thing.” She holds a finger up between us and smiles.
“Anything.”
She presses a close-lipped kiss to my lips and then says, “Don’t stop sending me poetry.”
I smile and press a real kiss to hers. “Never.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“But touch my tears, with your lips.
Touch my world, with your fingertips.
And we can have forever.
And we can love forever.
Forever is our today.”
-Queen
Jane
The crowd groans but most of them cheer along with the announcer as the man hurtles toward the ground.
“My god, this is brutal.”
Warren chuckles next to me where I sit completely riveted by the action that is a rodeo. I’m not an idiot, nor have I been living under a rock. But I have not once seen anything like this in person.
“It’s entertaining.”
“It’s kind of… intense,” I say, taking a piece of the funnel cake that Warren feeds me. I also thought that was gross, couples feeding each other. Now I’m just one of those gross people. Warren just started doing it and I let it happen, not even pausing to realize what was happening until half the cake was gone and I hadn’t once touched it, yet my stomach told me that I’d had most of it. “Did you grow up going to rodeos?”
Warren nods. “Oh yeah, when I was a kid it was all the rage. Though I grew up in a small town up in the mountains, and riding horses, farming land, all of that stuff is just what people do.”
“Is that what your family does?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “My dad owns his own construction company and my mom is a homemaker.” A fond smile graces his lips at the mention of his mother. I love that he has amazing parents. “Though, she volunteers all over the place. She’s a big part of the community up there.
“What else did you do?” I ask to keep the conversation flowing. Warren seems to have a hard time opening up to me, but I want to know every little thing about him.
He looks at me and leans in closer, talking to me over the roar of the crowd. The rodeo is damn entertaining, yes, but this was what I want more than anything. To sit and connect, to learn everything there is to know about this amazing man.
“I was the quiet kid, the one who, if I’d been in a bigger city where parents didn’t know each other personally, I would have been bullied.”
