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I crack up. “First of all, we’re doing more than fucking?—”
“Not much more.” He laughs when I shove his thigh with my foot.
“Be serious, you pervert.”
“Ok, so, you want to tell her we’re fuckingand…?” he prompts. His eyebrows are raised, and that smirk is still in place.
I roll my eyes. “And that this place is hers if she wants it.”
He nods, sobering a little. “Anything else?”
I tilt my head to look up at the ceiling, tap my chin, and then shake my head. “Nope. I can’t think of anything else.” I wait for a beat or two. “Oh, yes. There was something else.” A sly smile spreads across my face.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
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“I’m moving back.”Those three little words rip through my body with what feels like the force of a thousand-pound bull. They steal my breath and rob me of words. I swear to God, my heart stutters to a stop in my chest before it takes off like a rocket.
Even though she already told me she wanted me and a life together in Timber Forge, hearing them said so plainly, so matter-of-factly just about breaks me. All I can do is reach for her and haul her into my lap so she’s straddling me, then kiss her until she’s as breathless as I feel.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, wrapped around one another and kissing. But when we finally break apart, there are tears in her eyes, and I brush one away with my thumb.
“Why are you crying?”
She shrugs. “Just happy.”
“Me too, Wren. So fuckin’ happy.” I nod and press my forehead to hers. “But are you sure you don't want to hold off on telling her until everything is settled in California?”
“No, why would I?”
“It’s pretty fast.” I shrug. “You just decided last night.”
“Do you want to wait to tell people?” Doubt crosses her features at my question.
“No,” I reassure her. “But I don’t really care about anyone else knowing. All that matters to me is thatweknow. Everyone else will know when they know.”
She shakes her head with a wry smile. “Ok, but I want to tell Finn, which means she’ll tell Hudson.”
“Which means I will have to tell…exactlyno one.” I laugh and she nods.
“Knowing Hudson, your whole family will know within thirty seconds.” She’s not wrong.
“And what about all this stuff? The furniture and all that?” I look around the room and she does, too.
“Well, I already have everything packed away that I want to keep. My grams’ blankets, her wedding dress, Granddad’s guitar, and photos. I kept some of those plates.” She laughs. “Nostalgia, you know?”
“Of course.” I brush her hair back and rest my hands on her waist.
“Other than that, I don’t really care where the rest of it goes. Goodwill, I guess?”
“And what about your stuff in California?”
“Maybe I’ll just ship it? It’s mostly clothes, and I can get a storage shed for the stuff that won’t fit if I need to.”
I pull my brows down. “Won’t fit where?”
She’s not even looking at me, she’s picking at some lint on her shirt when she hits me with, “The cabin.”
