“He’s the best.”
“Then, you should probably get off the phone with your old man and go tell him that,” he teases.
My eyes crinkle in the corners from smiling so hard before I murmur, “I love you, Dad.”
“Love you too. I’ll see you guys for Sunday dinner, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And tell Grady hi for me.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye, baby girl.”
With another deep breath, I hang up the phone, then sway into the family room.
A very sexy Owen is lounging on the couch, his brows pinched with concern as soon as he sees me.
“How’d it go?” he asks.
I release another sigh. “Good. I think.”
“You think?”
Closing the last bit of distance between us, I straddle his thighs, then hook my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. “You were right. This future might not have been what we’d initially pictured, but I wouldn’t change it for the world, and I’m going to stop holding our past against us. I promise.”
“Me too.”
“I love you, Owen Daniels.”
He tilts his head to the side, then raises his chin and kisses me as his arms circle my lower back.
With a hard squeeze that takes my breath away, he murmurs against my lips, “Love you too, Say.”
And I know that he really does.
And that it’s enough.
And that we can make it through anything. Together.
Epilogue
Saylor
Six months later
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” I apologize as I balance my cell between my shoulder and ear before unlocking my car.
“No worries, Ms. Vice-Principal,” Owen teases through the speaker. “Want to meet us at your parents’ house?”
Confused, I ask, “You’re at my parents’?”
“Grady wanted to take the four-wheelers out, so we decided to hang out here this afternoon.”
“Oh. Okay. Want me to pick up dinner or anything?”
“I already got it covered. I’ll see you in a few.”