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“How many have you loved before me?”
Jamison’s heart sighed. He really was so very beautiful. Face flushed, hair mused, and all the love in the world for her shining in his eyes, this man had stolen her heart from the beginning.
She traced her finger along his hairline, sliding the wavy locks from his eyes. “None.”
“How many will you love after me?”
“None.”
It was from an old movie, and he had used the scene to propose. How many have you loved before me? None. How many will you love after me? None. How many days before you agree to marry me? None.
But when the third question didn’t come, and he rolled them to their sides to rest, she didn’t panic as she thought she would. They had their entire lives ahead and would never be apart again.
Chapter 39
Opening her eyes, Jamison sucked in a scream. Darkness surrounded her, and as she slowly woke from the nightmare, the room came into focus.
Dee and Ty’s guest bedroom.
Tangled in the sheets, she twisted to see Liam’s spot empty and listened for any sign of him moving through the house.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
Getting out of bed, she searched for clothing, but finding none, went across the hall to Dee’s room. She grabbed a T-shirt from the dresser and headed downstairs, pulling it on as she went. It was close to dawn, and she had a feeling she knew exactly where to find him.
The smell of the salty air hit her nostrils halfway down the steps, and just as she expected, he was standing in the open sliding glass door. Firewater Beach wasn’t named after its sunrises, but for its burning sunsets. An evening show of fire and color melding into one.
Sunrise was an entirely different affair. The sun greeted the sky closer to the bayou near Haven House, not showing itself on the beach until well and done with the business of rising. It was Liam’s favorite time of day, coming first as a midnight blue. The quiet glow would illuminatethe world just enough for him to surf, and if Samuel were to join him, the two would remain out on the water until called in by her or Evie for breakfast.
Forever on alert, Liam wasn’t startled when she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning.”
He turned to give her a quick kiss. “Take a walk with me?”
“I’m only wearing Ty’s shirt.”
“And I’m only wearing his shorts. It’s a good thing Dee is sentimental and kept his clothes.”
Frowning, she glanced behind her to the living room. “Where are your pants?”
“I really don’t know.” He chuckled and took her hand to step outside. “And I really don’t care right now.”
Yanking at the hem of the shirt, she attempted to cover her butt as they went out on the deck. The four townhomes sat stacked side by side, each with its own patio and steps leading down to the sand.
“I’m going to flash anyone who might be on the beach.”
He didn’t seem at all worried. “You have the most perfect ass in the history of asses. If someone sees us, they won’t mind.”
Walking to the water, their uneven footsteps squeaked over the sand. The gulf ahead churned and whipped waves about, creating a perfect break line.
“Did you want to grab a board and go out?” she asked when they reached the last section of sugar white. A step further and the gulf would pulverize their feet. “Yours is still stored in the end unit.”
“No, I just want to enjoy the morning with you.”
Securing her at his side with one arm, he gazed out over the water, and wrinkled his nose at the solitary seagull battling the waves for whatever food it thought it might catch. “At least it’s not an entire flock.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, soaking in the moment, and feeling humbled that every morning would forever be with him.
