“Come on, I’m starving. Let’s go finish breakfast.”
I tugged on his arm. “Wait. You mean to tell me you’re not scared?”
“I’m scared fuckless, but there isn’t anything that will come out of worrying. We’ll figure this out if or when we need to.” He kissed me on the forehead and got back up, making his way over to the pancakes. “Let’s start making new ones; these are cold.”
I stood, feeling a bit numb but strangely calm. We would figure it out. Together.
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sp; After breakfast, Nash and I walked over to Janet’s to make sure her power came back on okay. Then we sat on the back porch, a fire going in the outdoor fire, enjoying the beautiful view.
“There is no doubt in my mind I could live up here.”
Turning to face him, I lifted my brows. “Really? Full time, or are you talking once in a while?”
Nash thought about his answer for a few moments. “I love Texas, and all my family and friends are there, but I could totally see us buying some land and building a house up here. Maybe to come up and stay a few weeks in the summer and winter. Might be kind of fun.”
The quickening of my heartbeat and the tingles in every nerve ending had me stilling in his arms.
“Too soon?” he questioned with a slight chuckle.
In a breathy voice, I replied, “I don’t think so.”
Nash winked then went on. “Everyone else in the world would probably say we are moving at lightning speed, but this feels so right. We feel so right.”
“I agree,” I added.
“We probably should see how me moving in first works out, and if you have a bun in the oven.”
My eyes widened in shock at his flippant tone, and it took me a moment to laugh at his not-so-funny joke. “That’s not funny, Nash Barrett.” But I couldn’t contain my own laughter.
His arm moved around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him. The warmth of his body and the beautiful scenery made me feel so content. Like everything I needed in the world was right there.
When the front gate alarm went off on my phone, we sat up and looked at each other.
“Who could that be?” Nash asked.
“I’m not sure.”
Standing, we made our way back into the house and through the foyer to the front of the house.
I stepped outside to get a better look and Nash followed me. “Sounds like snowmobiles coming again.”
“Yes, it might be Jack.”
“Hope everything is okay with them. You said he doesn’t live far from here?”
“No, a few miles down the road. He lives on the same land my parents own. He has about a twenty-acre parcel he built a house on.”
“Nice.”
Smiling, I faced him. “In case I haven’t told you, I’m glad you followed me up here.”
Nash placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. Leaning his forehead to mine, he smiled and I fell in love with him a little more. My hand went to the side of his face where his beard was.
“When are you going to shave this?”
“I sort of like the whole ‘mountain man’ thing I’ve got going on.”