Crazy (The Gibson Boys 4)

I take my girl’s hand and walk around the table. Blaire stands and gives me a hug.

“Be safe,” I tell her.

“I will. It was nice to meet you, Dylan.” She pulls her into a hug too. “If Peck ever gets into trouble, call me. I don’t know if anyone has given you the Gibson Boy protocol yet.”

We all laugh.

With a wave over my shoulder, I head to the back door. Dylan is at my heels when I step outside.

The afternoon is warm, and a breeze ripple through the yard. I stop and stand at the rail.

“I knew then,” I say.

“What? You knew what when?”

I turn and look at her. “The day we were at Nana’s. The day I brought you here for dinner. I knew that day that I loved you.”

She grins.

“Promise me something,” I say.

“Okay.”

“Promise me that you’ll always talk to me. If you feel any sort of way, like you’re overwhelmed or if you’re—”

“Shh.” She touches my lips with her finger. “I’ll follow through right now. I’m feeling a certain way right now.” She taps my lips before pulling her finger back. She leans forward and hovers her lips over mine. “Like I’d really like you to put a baby—ah!”

I pick her up and put her over my shoulder and head to my truck.

“Peck! You’re crazy!”

Damn right, I am. Crazy for you.

The End