Page 125 of Crashing into Love

“Sure,” Drew replied. “Now, do you want to show me your book?”

Selma kissed Drew on the lips then.

“Gross, Mom,” Gia said.

“Not gross. I love her. I get to kiss her, Gia.”

“Are you two going to be kissing all the time now?” Gia asked.

“Yes,” Selma told her.

Drew chuckled. Then, Gia giggled. Selma smiled and got up to go into Drew’s kitchen.

They’d spent all night making love and continued in the morning until Drew insisted they get up, get dressed, and get out of the apartment to go in search of a two-bedroom place. They hadn’t made appointments for them to view any, but they’d been able to walk right into a few different places. Drew had liked one of them, Selma had liked another, and neither of them had liked the third. On their way home, though, thinking Drew would pick the one she’d liked, and Selma would just get used to it because it was more important for Drew to like the place she lived in every day when Selma would only be visiting, they saw this little ranch house that had a ‘For Rent’ sign in the front yard.

Drew had pulled the car over, and Selma looked it up on her phone. It was within Drew’s price range and was a three-bedroom with a yard, a garage for her car, and even a basement that wasn’t finished but still offered more space, at least. Drew had called the number on the listing, and it turned out, the son of the owner of the house lived next door. The place was his parents’, who had decided to move to a warmer locale and rent the house for at least a year until the market got better for sellers and they could offload it. He had let them in and told them to take their time.

“It’s great, Drew,” Selma had said.

“Yeah. It’s actually cheaper than the last place we saw, and it’s in a good neighborhood. Just five extra minutes to where I train, too.” She’d wrapped her arms around Selma’s waist. “And it’s only a year lease, so…”

“So… What, exactly?”

“Well, if you and I are ready by then, we could consider moving in together or maybe something else.”

“Something else?” Selma had smiled at her. “And you realize we live in different countries right now, right?”

“I do. I also realize that I love you, so if we get engaged one day, one of us could get a fiancée visa, and then, we’d get married, and–”

“Okay. We should probably worry about where you’re going to live now before we think about all that.”

“Nah,” Drew had replied. “Now that I’ve finally found you, I want to start thinking about all that. I’m not getting any younger, Driscoll. One day soon, I’m going to expect you to make an honest woman out of me.”

Selma had laughed and wrapped her arms around Drew’s neck.

“I think the time for you or me being made honest women has passed.”

“Probably true. But you want all of that, right? You know that’s what I want.”

“You know what I love about you?”

“My body.”

“That too,” Selma had said through her laughter. “But I love that you always just tell me how you feel, what you want, and you make me… You make me want to do the same. No more hiding or worrying, you know?”

“Good.” Drew had kissed her forehead. “What do you think? Should I ask him for an application?”

“You’d be the one living here. Do you like it?”

“The kitchen is a decent size. I can see us sitting at a table in there, having dinner with Gia. It’s not massive or anything, so I wouldn’t want to buy it at the end of my lease. And we would still need to determine who’s moving where, but my guess is that I’d be moving up there.”

“Drew, we’d have to talk about that.”

“Babe, your grandma isn’t going to be around forever. And you’re taking over the lodge for her, aren’t you?”

“She and I still need to talk about that, too.”

“My guess is that, even though you have a great staff there, you’ll retire from boarding one day and do that full-time. Am I right?”

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