"On one condition," I say.
His eyebrows rise. "What?"
“You build a big brewing room to add on to the cabin.”
He chuckles, because we’ve already talked about him growing his brewing business. “You got it, baby.”
Bear barks, demanding attention and dinner and probably wondering why we're still sitting in the truck when there's a perfectly good cabin right there.
"Come on," I say, opening my door. "You've got a victory beer to drink, and I've got a mountain man to properly celebrate with."
"Properly celebrate?" His eyes darken with interest.
"So properly that Bear's going to have to sleep on the couch."
Bear whines in protest, but Ledger's already out of the truck, trophy in one hand, my waist caught in the other as he pulls me against him.
"I love you," he says against my mouth. "Thank you for crashing into my life."
"Thank you for saving me from that storm."
"We saved each other," he corrects, and kisses me as the first stars appear over the mountains.
