And not actually my future or my reality because I can’teverlet myself depend on someone else to provide for me again.
Even Oliver.
Who’s provided my job for me for the past few years anyway, and who says he’ll continue providing for my job.
And everyone else’s too.
So that it’s not just for me. Even when itisall for me.
A sigh slips out of me.
He wraps me tighter. “I like the rain. How it smells. How it sounds. Don’t want to leave.”
Same, Oliver. Same. To all of it. “Do we have to?”
“Nuh-uh.” He tenses. “Unless—do you have to get back? For work?”
“I can tell my boss I’m wooing a donor.”
The man has the nerve to relax.
Like it’s no big deal that I can tell my boss I’m using him.
He doesn’t even ask if this is how I woo all of my big donors.
“That’ll work?”
“If not, Bea’s on track to have a whole burger bus empire, so I could go work for her forever.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
“That would make you happy?”
Not the way my current job does. “Working with Bea? Yes.”
“Saving the world through burgers?”
“Don’t underestimate Bea’s burgers. They’re more life-changing than Cod Pieces.”
He’s smiling.
I can feel it.
The rain picks up, buffeting the tent along with another gust of wind.
I wiggle my ass back into Oliver.
He kisses my shoulder.
And we lie there, him stroking my body, me stroking his hands and arms while he strokes my body. “Why fairies?” he murmurs against my skin as he traces one of my tattoos.
“It’s what I want to be in my next life.”
“You’d make a very good fairy.”
“I totally would.”
