Callie opened her mouth like she was going to argue, only to sigh and put her hand on his thigh. He kept driving until he reached the spot.
Callie leaned forward. “This is the lookout.”
“It is.” It was the highest point in Misty Peak. You could see almost the entire city from up here. He climbed out and circled the truck to open her door. She spotted the blanket immediately with the picnic basket and cooler bag beside it.
“You did this?” she gasped.
“Cody owed me a favor, so technically he and Harper did under my instruction. You need a break from everything.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly before seeming to breathe him in. “Thank you.”
“I’d do anything for you.” He meant that. Whatever she needed, he would find a way to give it to her.
They settled on the blanket, and he took cheese and crackers out of the cooler. There were grapes and olives. Even wine.
Callie cocked her head. “Wait, this is the stuff we ate that first night we met.”
Ah, she was putting it all together. “It is.”
Not only had they shared the tub of ice cream that night, Callie had taken out an entire board of picnic-type food to go with it from her kitchen.
“But there’s no—” She stopped when he took the tub of Biscoff ice cream from the cooler bag. Her smile was wide as she looked at him, and he fucking loved it. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Not amazing, just completely and utterly besotted with you.”
Her smile softened. “I’m kind of besotted with you too.” She eyed the ice cream. “Would it be crazy if I ate dessert first?”
He took out two spoons and set the tub between them. “I was counting on it.”
She laughed, and as they ate, they watched the sun set. Neither of them brought up the notes or the Tate brothers or Hamish. In fact, they barely spoke at all. It was like they both needed a bit of silence together.
It wasn’t until they’d finished half the food and she was lying on his chest that she asked a question that pulled them out of the bliss. “Do you miss him?”
He knew exactly who she was talking about. Even thinking about him felt like a punch in the gut. “I miss Winnie every day. But I know he’s up there with Remi and Hollie, probably blasting some music and laughing at us unlucky bastards who still have to figure out this life shit.”
She smiled as she traced a line down his chest. “Do you ever wonder how someone was able to get close enough to kill him with his training?”
“Every damn day. He was as aware of his surroundings as the rest of us. And he was a great fighter. But then, so was the guy who killed him. Maybe Winnie was so busy trying to protect Remi, he couldn’t protect himself. That was Winnie, always looking out for others.”
“I wish things had been different.”
He wished that so many times it had become a broken record inside his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Do you see kids in our future?”
She tensed. And he immediately regretted the question.
She rolled onto her belly to look at him, a crease between her brows. “Honestly…I don’t know. The idea of being pregnant again kind of terrifies me.”
He shifted a lock of hair from her face. “I can understand that.”
“The pregnancy loss was unexplained. There was never any indication of why it happened. If it happened again…”
The pain on her face felt like a physical blow. “I hope like hell it doesn’t. But if kids are what you want, I’ll support you through all of it, no matter what happens.”
“Doyouwant kids?”
