Page 94 of Unwrapping Love


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“Not all the time. Do you think Saylor would like it knowing that you did?”

“I don’t,” he said. “Trust me.”

He put his foot down on the money and her share of paying for things.

It’s not like Saylor made every decision in their relationship. She didn’t. He felt they did it evenly.

There were times her blood sugar was off and he knew she needed space and he gave it to her. Why upset her more or start a fight when she needed to focus on something else?

“It’s your relationship,” West said.

“That’s right. I can handle it.”

They made their way back. He heard the laughter when they entered the house on the lower level.

“I’m sure Nelson is giving her an earful of what you’re really like.”

He cringed and walked faster.

“What’s going on?”

“Your brother was telling me he’s a slob and it drove you nuts,” she said.

“That’s right. Every time he comes to stay here I have to call the cleaning company to take care of the downstairs. It’s not just his bedroom but the whole lower level.”

Nelson shrugged. “I always plan on getting to things, but I forget.”

“Let’s go,” West said. “I want to run and get some taffy quickly for Abby. I told her I’d bring it back. We’ll meet you there, Rowan.”

His three brothers left and he walked over to sit next to Saylor.

Maybe it was time to tell her how he felt.

This was a big day for him and what better way to celebrate on more than one level than to tell his girlfriend he loved her.

“I’m so happy you could be here by my side today,” he said, taking her hand.

“Me too. I would have hated to miss it if I couldn’t get the time off.”

He threaded their fingers together. “You’ve been here three months now. Are you happy you did it?”

“Very,” she said, putting her head on his shoulder. “The house is stunning. The weather is gorgeous. The view is pretty marvelous.”

She was looking at him and wiggling her eyebrows.

“That’s it? It’s all about what you see and not feel?”

She angled her head. “I feel a lot,” she whispered. “You know that.”

“You’ve never said.”

“Neither have you.”

“Maybe I’m afraid,” he said, his hand caressing the side of her face.

“I doubt you’re afraid of much.”

“You’d be surprised. But in this case, I’ll put my fear aside. I’ll say it first and hope the words come out of your mouth too.”