“Okay,” she whispered, her lips moving against his as she spoke. “I can deal with that.”
“Yeah?” He smiled and she smiled in return.
“Yeah.” She kissed him this time, her sweet lips molding to his. “I feel like my every dream has come true.”
“Me too, baby.” He splayed his hand across her back. “Me too.”
Epilogue
“YOU’RE SO HAPPY you’re glowing.” Delilah made a face and shook her head, her nose wrinkling. “It’s kind of disgusting.”
“Oh stop, Delilah. You’re just jealous,” Wren added, nudging Delilah with her elbow before she flashed a smile in Harper’s direction. “I can admit that I’m a teeny bit jealous too, but we’re happy for you and West. Really.”
“She’s right. We are,” Delilah added softly.
They were at the Bigfoot Diner, eating lunch. Harper’s grandma was their server and she brought out the biggest burgers the thr
ee women had ever seen, along with a red plastic basket heaped with French fries. She’d informed them, “Eat. You girls are too skinny,” and then scooted back to the kitchen.
So they did.
Harper couldn’t help but beam like a crazy woman at her friends. She was deliriously happy. The man of her dreams had become the man of her reality. They’d been serious for only a month, if that. They were on the accelerated plan—West had called it a few weeks ago, wearing that sexy, panty-melting grin of his.
Dipping her head, Harper smiled to herself. Yes, every time West flashed her that knowing smile, her panties melted. Her heart melted, her resolve melted . . . he knew just how to affect her. Giving her the right look, touching her in the right way, whispering the right words . . .
A shiver moved down her spine just thinking about him.
“Uh-oh, she’s in a West-induced stupor again,” Wren said, her tone teasing. “Seems to be happening a lot lately.”
Harper lifted her head, laughing. “I can’t help it if I’m happy.”
Delilah took a sip from her soda. “We love that you’re happy. I don’t remember you smiling this much when you were with Roger.”
Her smile faded. She still felt a little guilty about Roger, for how quickly she’d broken it off with him and ended up with West. He was always polite when she ran into him around town, which was often. She’d heard a few rumors that he’d gone on some dates, though they didn’t seem to be anything serious. He didn’t seem to be pining away for her, which was a huge relief . . .
“How’s it going here?” Wren asked, her question knocking Harper out of her thoughts. “Still deeply entrenched in the training program?”
Harper rolled her eyes, grabbing a fry and popping it into her mouth. The salty goodness was almost too much. Funny how she spent so much time at the BFD yet never grew tired of the delicious food. “Grandma loves to boss me around like I’m in the military when I’m here, but we both know she’s a big old softy.”
A softy who was becoming increasingly dependent on her granddaughter to eventually run the business side of the diner. Harper had cleaned out the office by the end of her self-imposed two-week deadline. She’d then proceeded to reorganize everything and, with her grandma’s permission, bought a new computer along with the best accounting software she could find.
She’d taken over the financial records, the accounts payable and receivable . . . all of it.
“You’re going to be running this place one day,” Delilah said as she glanced around the busy diner. “Do you think she’s going to retire soon?”
“Doubtful.” Harper’s grandma loved the BFD too much to retire—yet.
“I never talk to my brother anymore so I have to find out everything through you.” Wren lowered her voice. “Tell us what’s up with the fire situation.”
The low grumbles among the townspeople were getting louder, and Cal Fire had recently released official information—there was definitely an arsonist in their area. The biggest damage so far had been to the restaurant, but other fires had been started since then, all of them vegetation fires that hadn’t burned much beyond a few acres. An investigative team was called in and Lane, along with the rest of the sheriff’s department, was working with them in tandem. West had mentioned a few details to her, but he was pretty mum about the entire subject.
Harper understood. Some things he couldn’t really discuss. Besides, when they were together, they didn’t really talk about work . . .
“I don’t know much,” Harper offered with a little shrug. “They’re all on the job.”
“Lane isn’t saying much either,” Wren said, making Delilah laugh.
“When does Lane ever say much?” she asked sarcastically.