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His head jerked back, “You would do that?”

I nodded, “For you. I would do anything.”

And for the next two hours, normally, Abel’s eyes never left me, but tonight, they literally never left me. Which meant, he growled at anyone that got in front of his line of sight to me. And left Frank to make all the drinks.

We had just closed, locked everything up when Isla meandered over to my side and said with a snicker, “Have a good night.”

I laughed, then muttered, “That won’t happen for a bit.”

I swear, she looked like the girl from the exorcist when she turned her head so slowly and then asked, “Why not?”

I looked around to make sure we weren’t to be overheard but apparently, I missed the shadows, and the big man that stood there, silent, and listening, because he too, wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about his Birdie.

“When I was a little girl Miss Maggie told me about the love of her life. About how he wooed her for three years before she gave in to him on their wedding night. She told me that coming together for the first time with the person who holds every part of you in the palm of their hand, there’s nothing like it. So, I promised myself that I was going to wait until I was absolutely sure the person, I was giving that part of myself to was the one I was meant to be with.”

She smiled, then nodded, “You’re so rare, honey. So, fucking rare. I wish I would’ve done that too. I know Abel will appreciate it too. That’s what separates you from every single woman that’s ever come on to him.”

I nodded, “Thank you.

Leaning in, Isla whispered, “But do you have doubts about Abel?”

I shook my head in the negative, “No. None. He’s the man I want to be holding my hand when we’re old and gray and our great grandkids run around and then camp out in our backyard while looking up at the mountains.”

She looked confused then, “Then, what’s the hold-up?”

“I’ve never had this Isla. Never. Not with anyone other than Miss Maggie. I’ve never slept with someone. What I know about sex comes from books and things Miss Maggie has told me. I guess… honestly… I’m waiting for the four-letter word to come out of his mouth. I won’t do it until I hear that, and I want him to mean it.”

Isla stared at me with wide eyes, “But what if there’s no chemistry?”

“There will be. Of that, I’m sure. But… I would rather have the once-in-a-lifetime kind of love with Abel, than to never have it all. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to do this right. All of this. Because should something ever happen and make it to where Abel is taken from me and he’s no longer of this world, there won’t be another man after him.”

Isla sighed, “They need to make it where you can clone people. I want me an Abel.”

I shook my head, “As much as I adore you my sweet friend, I would end up killing you. I’m a possessive bitch.”

She chuckled, and then made sure we were on for girls’ night, and I told her we would be having it at Abel’s. He was going to be at Baker’s place hanging out with him and Caelan.

As I watched her leave while waiting for Abel, I didn’t realize how close he was, not when he moved to my side, and said, “Heard what you told her. Wish I would’ve waited so I could give you that.”

“So, you were eavesdropping?” I asked him with a hint of humor in my tone.

He shrugged, “Anything that concerns you, I won’t apologize for it.”

I sighed, but really wasn’t bothered, then I wrapped my arm through one of his and then let him lead me to his bike.

Chapter 12

Abel

If I had known what would happen today, I would have wished to have a remote.

You know, like the one in the movie called Click?

Because I would want to replay this day as many times as I fucking could.

It all started with rain.

How bizarre was that?

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