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“Really?” I ask, peering up at his face to see if he’s serious.
He looks down at me and nods.
My lips land on his because suddenly, all this time in between doesn’t seem to have been wasted. If I had to do everything all over again to get to this moment, I would do it a thousand times over.
“Ryan Wilder, I love you.”
Chapter 22
“Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!”
I glance over my shoulder to see Andrew and Chase wrestling Addie's couch through the front door, their faces red with exertion. They look like they're about two seconds away from reenacting that scene from Friends, and I can't help but snicker.
“You guys need a hand?” I call out, setting down the box I was carrying.
“Nah, we got it!” Andrew grunts, sweat beading on his brow. “Just need to…angle it…a little…more…”
There's a loud scraping sound, followed by a muttered curse. I wince, hoping they don't scuff up the hardwood. But hey, that's what I get for asking hockey players to help. They’re not professional movers, right?
“Seriously, guys, let me help,” I insist, striding over to grab one end of the couch. Shit, this thing is heavy. Together, we manage to maneuver it through the doorway and into the living room, only knocking over one lamp in the process.
Chase collapses onto the cushions, wiping his forehead with the hem of his shirt. “Remind me again why we volunteered for this. That couch is a lot heavier than it looks.”
Andrew says, flopping down beside him. “Because Wilder, here, promised us pizza and beer. But that couch, man, it’s got awkward angles,” Andrew adds.
Colton points at it. “What’s it made of? Steel?”
Chase adds, “I think all the furniture is industrial steel.”
I roll my eyes, but I can't keep the grin off my face because they’re right. If everything she owned was bought from Big Lots, I probably could have moved everything myself. “You'll get your beer and pizza. All the big furniture is done. Just a few more boxes.”
Addie appears in the doorway, a large cardboard box balanced on her hip. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, loose strands framing her flushed face. She's wearing a pair of little cotton shorts and a tank top that's just tight enough to be distracting, and I have to physically drag my eyes away from the long, tanned line of her legs.
Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“Pizza and beer?” she asks, a little breathless as she sets the box down. “Because I'm pretty sure we can do better than that. Right, Ry? I’ll cook something. Maybe some homemade cookies too.”
“Sure,” Andrew confirms, his eyes lighting up.
Colton glances at me and points in her direction. “She’s wife material, brother.”
I point at him with my brows raised. I don’t need him making this shit awkward for us.
Chase pats Colton’s shoulder with a laugh.
“You need to marry this girl, for real,” Colton says.
Addie blushes, walking outside to grab another box.
Andrew adds, “You’re not taking it slow anymore, right?”
I shake my head in disbelief at these fuckers.
Andrew says, “Before you know it, we’ll be helping you with baby furniture.”
I glare at him as Baddie walks in with another box.
She shoots a glare at Andrew and says, “It’s just me and my girly crap for now.”
