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“Scottie Ann Rucker, you are one sick chick.”
“But I’m your sick chick, right?” I bite his pec muscle.
“Turn around and pull down your pants; I can’t look at you when we do this.”
A fit of giggles robs all of my composure. “Doggie style must run in the family.”
“Woman, stop!” Koen grabs my face and kisses me so hard I could suffocate. When he releases me, his hands slide down my arms, and he lowers to his knees, hugging my legs, forehead resting on my stomach.
“What are you doing,” I murmur, removing his backward baseball hat to run my fingers through his hair.
“Getting used to this feeling.”
“What feeling is that?”
“You bringing me to my knees.”
I grin. “In the best way, right?”
“The very best.” His hands ghost along my curves. “God took so much time with you,” he whispers. “I must remember to thank him one day.”
My heart leaves my chest every time he whispers words like that. The irony of the perfect man thinking I’m the one God spent a little extra time on is upside-down logic.
This impatient heart of mine wants more, and it wants it now.
I realize I haven’t had sex dreams about Price since I told him about the baby. All of the emotions for Price Milloy that I held on to for twelve years and the mixed and misplaced feelings that shook my heart when he came to Austin, were all tied to our baby. I don’t hold on to things that don’t matter. That’s why I’ve lived a simple life. Butthatmoment mattered.
And so does this one.
Until this very moment, I never allowed myself to see how desperately I needed to tell Price about the baby so I could let go of the pain … let go of him.
“Let’s call my parents and sister and tell them to come to Austin when the store closes. I want to marry you now, in your backyard, with just our families.”
Koen pauses his motions for a breath before grabbing his hat and standing tall to inspect my sincerity.
I shrug. “This summer’s tomatoes aren’t going to can themselves.”
I see my future in his eyes, and it’s bigger than any dream.
“You’re moving in tonight.” He slides his hat on the right way.
I laugh. “It’s late.”
“Nope. You don’t have that much stuff. Let’s throw it all into the back of our trucks and go home.”
“Sounds messy.”
He takes my hand, leading me toward the front of the store. “Baby, you’re going to be a fucking tornado in my life. But I’m here for every single disastrous second.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ARE HUMANS MEANT TO FALL IN AND OUT OF LOVE?
Scottie
It’s happening.
We have a date, but it’s not for two months due to everyone’s schedules.
