Page 260 of Come Back to Me

There’s no evading that truth.

Even if I’m scared.

When he plunks us down on ‘his’ couch and lies flat, he asks, “Wanna know why this is my favorite couch?”

“Sure,” I mumble as he tucks a blanket over me.

“Because you can watch the first flights of the morning as they cross over our land from Saskatoon Airport.”

“Pilot nerd.”

“You love it.”

“I do actually,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

A part of me wants to take this further. Another part is feeling… fragile.

I think it’s the wedding fever.

Or him almost getting shot.

I know we’re on the precipice of something but?—

He smooths his hand down my back. “Get some sleep, baby girl. Callan’s been running you ragged.”

That’s not a lie. I’ve been his unofficial PA and Zee’s unofficial makeup artist and Cody’s unofficial girlfriend for what feels like forever.

Huffing, I nestle into his side and try not to wonder why that makes my eyes water.

Unfortunately for me, I don’t hear him whisper, “Used to be that I’d watch those flights and dream about my future.” I don’t hear him chuckle either. “Never realized my future would be lying in my arms, falling asleep on me, just waiting to watch those same damn flights on the same damn couch... Funny how shit turns out, isn’t it, baby girl?”

Cody

“So.”

I glower at the dashboard, but only Brogan shoving his big, fat nose into my neck eases the frown—considering he saved my ass, I haven’t replaced the net.

“I hate it when you start a session like that.”

“How would you prefer me to start it?”

“Goodbye?”

Mike snorts. “As your therapist, I’m duty bound to scribble down that you have issues with opening up.”

“You don’t say.”

“You keep paying me,” he points out, and in the background, I can hear him opening a can. The soft fizzing sound has me reaching for my own pop then lowering the backrest of my seat.

Sessions have been more difficult to attend than I’d like.

What with Tee taking up most of my non-working hours, speaking with Mike has definitely shuffled lower down the totem pole of priorities.

After I shared that she knew I was her Butch now, Mike’s curiosity hasn’t helped matters.

“You just reminded me—I need to stop the automatic payment.”

“Stahhhp. You’re hurting my feelings.”

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