That was debatable. My feet hurt, but at least I was still able to stand upright. “Good-ish.”
“Is that your shexy hot man? He’s purdy too. Gary?”
Thankfully, Garrett seemed more amused than annoyed by her antics. “Garrett.” Then he addressed Deck. “Want me to take her off your hands?”
“She needs a glass of water.”
“I see that.” He gave Deck a closer look. “Have we met before?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“Gary, I need to pee,” Addy announced, giggling.
Garrett looked to me for help as Deck beat a hasty retreat. “Can you handle it?”
“I’m almost certain I can do that.”
My purdy hot shexy man was an angel in human form. Two glasses of water and a bathroom break later, he carried Addy out of the bar and then drove her back home to Coos Bay. Between us, we got her into bed and made sure she had a bottle of Tylenol close by for the morning.
“Think she’ll be okay?” he asked.
Addy just snuffle-snorted and tucked the quilt around herself.
“Yup. I’m really sorry about this.”
“It’s a good thing I love you.”
“You…you love me?”
He gave me the sweetest, most heart-melting smile. “I do.”
His heartfelt declaration was met with a loud fart from Addy, and I couldn’t help it—I just started giggling.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“I’m… I… Oh my gosh. I don’t know what to say.”
“How about telling me you love me?”
“I love you.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I reached a hand down to my favourite part of his anatomy. “Well, actually…”
A moment later, I was in his arms, and half an hour after that, I was in his bed. My bed. Our bed. What was mine was his, what was his was mine. We were each other’s.
And that’s the way I always wanted it to be.
27
SARA
Garrett
My last meeting got cancelled. I want you naked, blindfolded, and waiting.
He was flying back right now? Tonight? This week without Garrett had felt like the longest of my life, even though I’d had fun working at the Craft Cabin each day and spent the evenings hanging out with Brooke and Romi. He’d become such a big piece of my life so quickly, and I couldn’t imagine a future without him. Didn’t want to. We’d talked on the phone every night he was away, and yesterday, we agreed that it was finally time for him to meet the Baldwins. Sneaking around had been fun at first, but rain was forecast next week and he didn’t need to be squelching through wet undergrowth to get to the pool house.