She didn’t know if that would happen. “Maybe you can come see me? How about that?”
“You should clear it with your boyfriend first. At least I hope that is what he is now.”
“He is,” she said confidently. “And I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
“You better prepare him for it,” her grandmother said, laughing. “Because I’ll be coming with guns a blazing.”
“I’d expect no differently.”
16
OURS
Rowan was pacing inside his house waiting for Saylor’s SUV to pull into his driveway.
Should be soon.
She’d been keeping in touch with him the entire two-day trip and she got on the road at four a.m. for her last ten-hour drive.
Traffic hadn’t been horrible until the last two hours of the drive. He expected that on a Friday afternoon with commuter traffic.
It was almost six and she had to be exhausted and was probably starving.
He looked at his watch again, then picked up his phone to see her location.
He thought for sure she’d balk over him wanting them to share their locations, but it had more to do with knowing she was safe on the road.
He would have preferred she’d flown here and had her car towed, but he wasn’t someone to give directions. He made his own decisions in life and wasn’t about to be an overbearing boyfriend.
She was two miles away and he was jumping in place, his knees bending, almost hitting his chest, then landing on the floor a few times over this.
Good lord. When was the last time he was this excited to see someone?
He walked around in circles, his eyes on his phone, tracking her movements for the next ten minutes. Stupid traffic!
She turned onto his street. The little blue dot was ticking closer to his house and he went to the front door, opened it, and stood there as she pulled into his driveway.
He didn’t give a shit if he looked like a fool. He was off the porch and briskly walking toward her.
Her car door opened, she stepped out and he yanked her into his arms and hugged her tight.
She laughed. “You’re going to make me pee right here. I need the bathroom.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. Come in.”
She went running up the stairs. “Where is it?”
“To the right. It’s a half bath.”
She turned down the hall and into the room. He went back outside to collect her things. She’d be tired and no way he wanted her lugging it all up now.
He popped the hatch and pulled out two enormous suitcases. The rest were a few boxes.
“Phew,” she said. “I feel so much better. I should have stopped to go again, but thought I only had an hour left and not that it’d turn into three.”
“I should have warned you.”
He was pulling the suitcases toward the porch stairs and up them. He wanted to tell her to leave the rest, but she was crawling into the passenger seat and getting her purse and a bag that looked to have electronics in it.
