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Everything else in the décor matched beautifully except for the one oddball piece of furniture.

He shook his head. “No, this couch is special. This is the couch where I fell in love with you.”

I laughed, setting Troy on my knee. “It doesn’t match.”

“I have nowhere else to put it. We can’t get rid of it.”

“We can’t keep it. People will ask questions.”

He shrugged. “As if I’d be embarrassed about telling them how I sucked on your tits for the first time right here.”

“Corbin,” I yelled, covering the baby’s ears. “Not in front of Troy.”

He laughed, throwing his head back as he leaned up against the couch to get comfortable. “Fine, we can buy a new couch and put this one in the master bedroom.”

“I can handle that as a compromise.”

Corbin sucked at compromises. He stole my food whenever I had something he wanted, and he got bossy when he wanted me to do something. I didn’t care in the slightest. His positives far outweighed anything else.

Life was pretty perfect.

It was quiet between us for a moment until he spoke again. “What Brad Pitt movie do you want to watch tonight?”

“You would watch Brad Pitt with me again?” We kept the movies, but I never expected him to suggest watching one first.

He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss against my lips. “Babe, I’d watch a whole Brad Pitt marathon with you.”

I snuggled closer, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulder. If I didn’t get up and move, things would happen between us. Things that we couldn’t do with the baby awake. “You want to take Troy in the stroller and walk to the bakery for a cookie?”

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he said, meeting my eyes, but his expression wasn’t angry. “But you said cookies, so yes. We can eat a cookie together now and then later I’ll eat yours.”

I covered the baby’s ears again. “Not in front of the baby.”

He laughed and stood up from the couch, pulling me with him and then rummaging through the closet to find a stroller.

The walk to the bakery was short, only a few blocks. Even though it was chilly, the sun had only recently set, so the temperature hadn’t plummeted.

“I always forget how cold it is here in the winter.” Truthfully, we hadn’t made it back to Pelican Bay often in the winter months.

Corbin laughed again as he pushed the stroller in front of him. “And you wanted to live here full time.”

“Only in the summers.”

The summers were a wonderful time to be in Pelican Bay. The streets were alive with people and the ocean waves rammed up against the rocky beach, creating their own music.

Corbin held open the door to the bakery as he’d done for me during our first trip to Pelican Bay. I stepped in first and then waited for him to pick up the stroller over the two short steps. As always, the Bakery by the Bay stood as a bright sentinel for the town, a beacon of friendship and hopefulness.

Two women behind the counter, a brunette and a blonde, raised their heads in unison as the bell above the door rang. They both smiled, giving us a pleasant welcome back to the small coastal town where it began for Corbin and me.

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