Page 157 of Butter My Biscuit

“Perfect timing,” I tell him, and then I meet his eyes. “If you need anything, will you let me know? Sincerely. I’m here for you, bro.”

Beckett pulls me into another strong hug. “Happy for you. Now, can you please leave? Go spend the rest of the day together or something?”

I smile, wrapping my arm around Grace, like we used to do all those years ago. She’d sit on a bucket and watch me muck stalls or bale hale or train. Plenty of times, we walked through the barn with my arm just like this. I lean over and kiss the top of her head as she wraps her arm around me.

“I’m glad your sister lit that love spell candle for me.”

“Kinsley?” I laugh. “Oh God.”

Then, she cracks up as I lift her into my arms and carry her out of the barn to the truck.

“You’re showing off,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I always will when it comes to you,” I tell her, setting her down by the truck. Her back pressed against it.

She looks up into my eyes, and by the look on her face, I have an idea of what’s on her mind. So, I wait to see if I’m right.

“The loft was a no, but …” She glances at the back seat.

“Get out of my head,” I say.

“No can do,” she tells me as we climb into the back like teenagers.

And when my mouth is on her, I’m thankful for tinted windows and woo-woo love spell candles.

37

GRACE

ONE MONTH LATER

Iwake up with Harrison holding me, his warm chest pressed against my back. When I move, I feel him smile.

“You’re the best big spoon,” I whisper, stretching my legs and rolling onto my back.

He opens his big blue eyes. “Move in with me.”

“What?” I say, thinking I must still be asleep.

“Move in with me. I don’t want you to have to leave me. My sister will figure it out. We’ll find her another roommate,” he says.

I laugh. “Okay. And be roommates with you and Colt?”

“No. Beckett and Summer are moving into the house they built on Horseshoe. That means Beckett’s place will be open. We can live on the ranch, just me and you in our own space.”

I search his face. “You’re serious.”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “But if I don’t get up and pee right now …”

He chuckles and lifts his arm so I can scoot out. I slide on my pajama pants and T-shirt, then sneak to the bathroom, hoping I don’t wake up Colt because it’s still early. When I look in the hallway, I see my panties on the floor from where Harrison peeled them off of me last night. I hurry and pick them up and carry them with me to the bathroom, where I empty my bladder.

Then, I realize I’m in Harrison’s house, and he’s naked in his bed, waiting for me. I smile, not knowing how this is my life, but I’m so damn grateful it is.

As I’m washing my hands, the door swings open, and Harrison moves behind me. “What are you smiling about?”

“You. Us,” I whisper.

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