Page 17 of My Accidental Holidate

Lulu climbs over him and sits between us.

Kurt turns to me. “Lucy, I don’t know what’s going through your mind, but I miss you. I miss your laugh, your heart, and… well, your ass.”

I chuckle. “Ditto.” My eyes start to burn. “I missed you so much.”

“Can we start over?”

I still. Is that what I want? “Does your family know?”

“Yeah, they all gave me shit and they said you’re the smartest woman whose ever dumped me. They’re on your side, by the way.”

I look down at my hands, stuffed between my legs so I won’t grab for his hand.Not yet.“I miss them, too.”

His arm wraps around my shoulders and Lulu looks from him to me. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“I get to pick the restaurant.”

“Absolutely.”

“I know this little bistro around the corner from my—”

His lips claim mine and I’m never going back.

Lulu starts licking both of our chins and although it’s sweet, it’s also weird. We both back away laughing and Lulu’s tail bats the wall with happy thumps.

“Shall we go home?” I ask.

Kurt’s chest rises and falls. “All of us.”

“As a family.”

This was no accident. Fate and love collided in the middle of a restaurant and Valentine’s Day is now my favorite holidate.

EPILOGUE

Six months later…

Kurt

“There you go.” I straighten Lulu’s bowtie. I gave her the choice of a tutu or a bowtie— she chose the black bowtie. The girl’s got style.

“Now, just like we rehearsed, remember? She comes in, you stay by my side. Right?”

The door opens and Lulu rushes to her doggy mom.

Lucy gushes over her from the entry and I hear every word. “Look who got a pretty bowtie today! Did Daddy get that for you?”

“Thanks for that, Lulu,” I mumble.

I stand tall as both my girls come around the corner. Lucy stops dead when she sees me in my three-piece blue suit.

“Well, well, someone’s looking to get some action.” She smirks and sets down her coffee cup.

Probably should hold off on the sex talk, baby.

She told me what this suit did for her, and I remembered. I try to remember everything she likes, needs, wants. It’s all mine to deliver. And boy, do I deliver.

She nears and I drop to one knee. It’s only been six months, but I can’t wait anymore.

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