The Wanted Short Stories (Wanted 5.5)

“What buck, babe?”

I slowly shook my head. “He was…right there. Didn’t you see him? He was huge.”

“Nope, I didn’t see him at all. I’m sure we will see a ton of deer out here. I can’t wait for the kids to see all the wildlife.”

I smiled slightly as I looked around. Josh began talking about building a tree house and where we could put a pool in if we ever wanted one. I laughed as he began planning everything out. I peeked back over to where I had thought I saw the buck, and there he was again, standing in the same exact spot as before. I smiled as he turned away from me and began walking into the tree line.

Yes, this is definitely home.

Heather and I sat down at our table at the Rose Hill restaurant. I didn’t think either one of us had stopped smiling since we signed the offer on the land in Mason.

“I still can’t believe the seller accepted the offer so fast,” she said.

I smiled and nodded my head. “I know. What do you think about having Jeff or Gunner design the house?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea!”

The waitress walked up, smiled at Heather, and then turned her whole body toward me. “Good evening. Welcome to Rose Hill. May I start

you out with a glass of wine?”

“I’ll just take a Coors Light if you have it.” I glanced over to Heather.

She said, “I’ll have the same.”

The waitress never once stopped smiling at me. “Are you here celebrating anything special?”

She moved her eyes up and down me and then stared straight at my lips. I quickly looked away and smiled at Heather, who grinned warmly back at me. I leaned forward and reached for her hand.

With my hand on top of hers, I said, “Yes. My beautiful wife and I are celebrating how very much in love we are.”

Heather shook her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes at me and grinned.

The waitress took a step back. “Wonderful. I’ll bring your drinks as well as two glasses of water over shortly.”

“Thank you so much,” Heather said as she continued to look into my eyes.

When the waitress walked away, I sat back.

“I can’t take you a restaurant without waitresses flirting with you, can I?”

I let out a laugh as I watched Heather lean back in her chair.

“Have you heard from your mom yet?”

I pulled out my cell phone and checked it. “Nope. You want to text her, or should I?”

“Nah. I’ll send her a quick text.”

Heather typed out a message to my mother as the waitress returned with two beers and two glasses of water. We placed our dinner order, and then we immediately began talking about ideas for the house.

“It has to be a two-story home, but this time, we’ll be on the first floor, and the kids will be on the second.”

“I completely agree,” I said. I smiled when an older waitress set my salad down in front of me.

“I’m also thinking we should have a game room for the kids to play in upstairs.” Heather let out a small squeal. “Oh my gosh, just think, we can twin-proof this bitch good!”

I laughed and took a bite of my salad. “How many bedrooms? I’ll need an office for sure.”