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“Hey,” Red says as I go about straightening the coasters and magazines on the coffee table. “Where’s the fire?”
“Damon flies in today,” I answer without looking at him. There’s nothing wrong with the things on the coffee table. I just need something to do with my hands.
Red takes the stack of magazines from me and places them back where I picked them up. He pats my hand and motions for me to have a seat. Dramatically, I do what he says, flopping down and throwing an arm over my eyes.
“Why are you stressing?” he asks in a soft voice. “You think Damon is going to turn around and leave if the magazines aren’t in alphabetical order?”
I look over at him and he gives me a small grin. Sighing, I sit up, hands dangling between my legs. “No. I just … I just want him to love it here, you know? He’s used to living in California. What if he hates Canada? What if he wants to move back?”
“I don’t think that will happen. I think he wants to be here with you and Abel. I’ve talked to him a few times while Abel and I were together, and he sounded really excited to get away from that area. Don’t stress. You’re a catch.”
“You’re just saying that because we live together.”
He barks a laugh, standing to get his jacket. “No, I mean it. Don’t sell yourself short. Damon will love it here because he loves you and Abel. He’ll be happy to be with you both.”
Knowing he’s right, I stand to grab my jacket as well, then give him a confused look when he follows me out the door. “Where you going?”
“Where arewegoing, you mean,” I hear behind me and spin to see Abel and Savage standing by my car. “We’re going to get Damon.”
Chuckling, I unlock the car door. “We can’t all fit in my car, you know.”
Quin steps outside, walking up to me. “Me and Red are taking my car.”
“You too?” I ask my best friend, wondering when they all decided this.
“Yep. We all like Damon. Why not welcome him to his new home?”
Everyone wanting to come with me to get the love of my life means so much. If I cried, this would be a moment that I shed a tear.
Clearing my throat, I nod, then get behind the wheel of my car. “Let’s do it then.”
The drive is quiet, save the radio playing softly in the background. I’m trying not to let my nervousness show. I know Damon loves me and I’m not worried about whether he wants to be with me or not. I’m worried that he’ll get here and not want to stay. I worry he’ll be restless and unhappy, only staying because my family is here and it’s where I want to be.
Canada is nice and I’ve fallen in love with the country, but if Damon doesn’t like it, I’m willing to go wherever he wants. He’s my family now and I would rather be where he is.
With all my thinking, the drive is quick, the hour and a half flying by. I hear Savage chuckle in the back and put his hand on Abel’s bouncing knee. “You know,” I say, meeting his eyes briefly, “it’s been years since I’ve driven you around like this. Can’t say I miss it.”
Savage’s deep chuckle fills the car and I still marvel at how much Abel has changed him. I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh in all the years I worked for him. Smile, once or twice. Smirk evilly, more than I can count on both hands. But I’ve never heard him laugh and be this carefree. The things a good man can do for you.
“Yeah, well, Abel makes me drive now,” Savage says, gazing down at Abel with a soft look on his face.
Pulling into a parking spot, I draw in a deep breath and step out of the car, breathing in the cool, crisp air to clear my head. Butterflies dance in my stomach at the thought of seeing Damon again.
Me and my chosen family crowd around the baggage claim area, staring in the direction of the gates. I bite my bottom lip and look down at my phone. Damon texted me earlier, telling me his flight would arrive at three fifteen. It’s three twenty-one now. I start to get antsy, then realize that he has to go through customs. Calming down, I stuff my hands in my pockets, preparing to wait at least twenty minutes for the customs line to dwindle down.
Ten minutes later, I see him. Damon looks amazing. Even though he has on a jacket, I can tell he’s dressed how he always wanted to. His jeans hug his thighs in a sexy way. I can’t stop staring at him. When he looks up, his eyes meet mine and he breaks out into a wide grin.
Getting myself in gear, I break away from our little group and meet Damon halfway, scooping him up in my arms and spinning him around as I hug him tightly.
I feel wetness on my face and pull back to see tears leaking from Damon’s eyes. I also see that he has his contacts in and makeup on. Smiling, I wipe his tears then smack a kiss on his lips.
“I missed you,” I murmur against his lips.
“Missed you too.”
I set him on his feet and kiss his forehead, not wanting to let him go. But he hasn’t seen his best friend in three years. I can share him just this once.
Stepping out of my arms, Damon rushes forward, pulling Abel in for a long hug, crying and whispering to each other. We all stand back, allowing the two best friends to get reacquainted with each other.
