Charming Hannah (Big Sky 1)

I love him.

“So what do you say? Are you going to move in with me?”

“Of course.”

He grins. “You had me worried there for a minute.”

I cup his face gently. “I’m yours, remember? No need to worry.”

***

“You slept late,” I say the next morning as Brad comes stumbling out onto the deck. He’s rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Do you want coffee?”

“Please.” He drops onto the couch next to me and curls into me, snuggling closely.

“I can’t pour the coffee with you on me.”

“Coffee after this.”

I smile and run my fingers through his hair the way he likes. We were up most of the night, making plans and just talking. One thing about Brad and me is we never run out of things to talk about.

The sun is up and the world is awake, and I didn’t want to miss it.

“How long have you been up?” he asks.

“About an hour. I ordered room service, and I’ve been out here soaking in the ocean.”

“I’m glad you love it here,” he says and sits up. I reach over and pour him a cup of coffee, fix it up the way he likes, and pass it to him.

“You’re usually the one making me coffee. This is kind of nice.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept this late.”

“You needed it.” I set my iPad aside and take a bite of my bagel with cream cheese. “Do you feel rested?”

“Yeah. And ready to get busy making plans.”

“For today?”

“For when we get home and we move you into my place.”

I laugh. “We have plenty of time for that. You don’t have to spend our vacation worrying about it.”

“I want it done ASAP. What are you going to do with your house? I assume you own it?”

“I’ll rent it out for a while. It’s a great investment, and I don’t see a reason to sell it right away.”

“Are you keeping it as a way out if things don’t work out for us?”

I frown and take another bite of my bagel. “I don’t like to think that way, Brad. I don’t think that things will go badly. But I’d be a fool if I didn’t have a back up plan.”

He watches me for a moment, his eyes cool.

“Come on, if it were Jenna, would you suggest she sell her house tomorrow and go live happily ever after with some guy?”

“If that’s what she wants.” I give him the whatever look and he shrugs. “Okay, no. I’d recommend she keep her house and that she be careful. But I would wish her well if the guy was as fantastic as I am.”

I laugh and scoot into his lap. “Well, that goes without saying. And I’m not bullshitting about the investment thing. Owning property in our little resort town is lucrative.”

“You’re right. Rent it out, sell it, hell, do whatever you want with it. It’s yours, after all.” He pulls his phone out of his shorts pocket and opens the messages. “I’m going to text a few guys I know to get some movers reserved. I figure with your schedule, you’ll need help with packing and stuff.”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but it’s a good idea. I’ll want to be on hand when they’re in my house, though.”

“We’ll both be there.” He’s typing out quick messages, and my own phone pings with a text.

Where the fuck are you?

“Oops. I forgot to tell Drake that I was leaving town.”

I bite my lip and type out a quick response and attach a photo of Brad and me at the pool yesterday.

“Is he angry?”

“Probably worried,” I reply. “He’ll be shocked when I tell him I’m moving in with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve always said that I probably won’t ever do the commitment thing. Who wants to deal with a doctor for a girlfriend?”

“I don’t seem to mind it,” he replies, his attention still on his phone.

“You know, it’s impressive that you’re able to text and still hold a conversation with me at the same time.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

I grin and there’s a response from Drake.

You scared me. We’re supposed to let each other know when we go out of town.

“See? He’s just worried.”

I know. I’m sorry. It happened really fast! It was a surprise from Brad. But all is well and I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.

“I have movers coming next Tuesday.”

“That’s in four days.”

His eyes find mine. “Is that a problem?”

I just laugh and shake my head. “When you decide you want something, you don’t waste any time.”

“Not when it comes to you, sweetheart. What do you want to do today?”

“I want to walk on the beach again. Or better yet, go for a run on the beach. And then I want to be lazy at the pool for the rest of the day.”

“We can do those things.” He leans in and kisses me sweetly. “Thank you.”