“Oof.”Chase drops my bag onto the floor of his closet. “Is that everything?”
He stands and holds his shoulder, wincing as it moves.
“Come here,” I say, sitting on the bed.
His eyes grow wicked, and it makes me laugh.
“I’m going to rub it,” I say.
“Should I take my pants off?”
I snort. “I mean your shoulder. For now.”
He sits in front of me and tilts his head to the side. I work the muscle back and forth, kneading him.
The house is quiet.Finally.
After the story broke that Chase and I were engaged, the house was a revolving door of people. Maggie and Lonnie. Gavin, even though he complained most of the time. Luke and a beautiful Alyssa. Patti from the hotel swung by to say hello and invited me to lunch soon. Neve and her mother even stopped by and offered their congratulations and to pick up Kennedy—who left with a wink.
Chase was right. Dealing with Kennedy feels slightly different when you’re responsible for her.
“Have you told your mom?” Chase asks. “I thought you mentioned telling her earlier.”
I smile. “I had to tell her before your mom did.”
Chase laughs.
“She was over the moon,” I say. “She screamed—legitscreamedinto the phone. And I have a suspicion.”
“What’s that?”
I press into the skin up his neck. “Your mom and mine might’ve collaborated on getting me here.”
“You think?”
I hum. “I don’t know. Maybe.” I shake my head. I’m imagining it.
“That feels good, Megan.”
His compliment makes me tingly.
“We have a lot to do,” he says, moaning as I go down his back.
“Like what?”
“Like plan a wedding.”
I laugh. “Chase, I don’t care about that. Let’s invite everyone over and get married by the pond.”
“No. You and the mud aren’t friends.”
“True.” I giggle. “Maybe we could get married at The Wet Whistle. Just open the doors, and whoever wants to come can come.”
“Not a bad idea.”
The more I think about it, the more I like it.
“Right there,” he says. “Harder.”
