Tucker (The Family Simon 1)

“But?” Abby prodded, suddenly desperate to know where all of this was going.

“It’s time for me to come back.” He gestured toward the house. “I bought Blackheath last year. Just before I met you. It was a spur of the moment thing, and I didn’t tell anyone because I was pretty sure my family would have thought I’d gone off the deep end.” He chuckled. “Hell, for the longest time, I thought I’d gone off the deep end. But then I met you, and things got better.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and gazed into her eyes so intently that Abby felt as if he could see into her soul.

“The thing of it is, I didn’t know until recently that I bought this place for a reason. This is my future, Abigail, and I guess I’m hoping that…”

His hands crept up to either side of her face, and he cradled her, his eyes never wavering. “I’m hoping that you’ll consider sharing this future with me.”

“What are…you…what do you mean exactly?”

Oh God. Think Abby. Think.

“I love you Abigail Mathews, and I want to grow old with you. I want to watch you paint. I want to watch you sleep. I want to watch your belly grow large with our kids. I want a family. I want a dog. Hell, I’d even consider a cat, because I know you like the one in the office. For you, I’d do anything.” He shrugged. “That’s all I got. I want you, and I think that this could be our home.”

Abby’s heart was so close to busting wide open, it was crazy. She was so full of love for this man that someone could have chopped one of her limbs off and she wouldn’t have known.

She was so crazy in love with Tucker that to actually hear those words—words that told her that he was in the exact same place that she was—well, it was pretty overwhelming.

She leaned into him, suddenly weak in the knees and feeling like an idiot because of it.

“Abby,” Tucker whispered, holding her close. “Say something. Will you move here with me? I know it might be hard to move away from your brothers. From your family, but I promise we’d see them. Can this be our place?”

She got her shit together and sniffling, looked up at him and nodded. “Well then, Mr. Simon. I guess I’m going to need a hell of a lot more than the bag we brought.”

The grin that spread across Tucker’s face was priceless, and he bent low to kiss her. “About that bag.”

“Hmm?” she murmured content to stay this way forever.

“We’ve got to head back to the airport.”

She whipped her head up. “Why?”

“This was just a pit stop. Our real trip is only beginning. We never made it to Costa Rica and uh, I don’t know about you, but I’ve been dreaming of five days of sun, beach, no one else around and more sex than I can handle.”

“Five days,” she said with giggle, thinking that her bag was way too small for that long of a getaway. “What the hell is in my bag?”

“I threw some stuff in.”

“Stuff.”

He nodded, leading her back toward the car. “Shampoo, a dress. You know that little black one with the slit that makes me crazy. Maybe a bathing suit.”

“That’s it?”

“We’re going to be alone, lady, and last I heard, tan lines aren’t in.”

“What are we going to do for five days?” she said lightly, as she slid inside the car, her eyes behind him on the house that would one day be her home.

“I was thinking the trifecta.”

“That sounds impressive.”

“It is. Sand. Sun. Sex.” Tucker scooped her into his arms and held her as the car sped away from Blackheath, heading back to the airport. “It’s called the S trifecta.”

‘You just made that up.”

“Do you care?”