Now that I have her, I don’t know how I made it through a day without her.
We’ve been figuring it out for the past six months, traveling back and forth between Illinois and Georgia. We’ve met up for weekends in Nashville and Cincinnati, and she accompanied me to Portland for a trip too.
It’s been fun, and it’s worked out well. So far.
“What are you doing today?” she asks.
I take a sip of my coffee. “Not sure. Gramps wants to watch golf, and I promised him I’d come by and do something. I didn’t commit to watching golf, though.”
Blaire laughs. “It won’t kill you to watch a little bit of golf.”
“It might. It really might.” I take another sip. “What are you doing today?”
“I’m meeting your mother at her house this afternoon.”
I quirk a brow. “Again?”
“Your mother met a lady last week who said her son got an unfair trial. He’s been in jail for a year already, and the man’s mother claims he’s innocent. It’s really been on your mom’s heart. I’m sure you can imagine.”
I sit back and listen. It’s not hard to do. She’s so beautiful and so damn smart. But she also has a huge heart that makes me love her even more.
“I can imagine,” I say. “And I’d also bet that it’s been driving you crazy too.”
She blushes. “I told her I’d meet with them today and take a look at his case.”
“You’re amazing. Do you know that?”
“Hardly,” she scoffs. “I just try to use the tools I have to … do the right thing. It’s what everyone should do.”
I sit my coffee down and start to pick up my computer. But something in the way she’s looking at me stops me in my tracks.
“Holt,” she begins. “I want to talk to you about something.”
“Sure.”
She tucks her legs under her. “I’ve been thinking and … would it freak you out if I moved to Savannah? I wouldn’t have to move in with you?—”
“The hell you wouldn’t.”
My heartbeat begins to thunder inside me. My breathing gets rapid. All I can think about is taking the next step with Blaire and making sure I don’t scare her.
Because if I had my way, I’d marry her tomorrow. Today, even.
I love her.
Her eyes grow wide. “I’m not implying that I don’t want to live here. I just?—”
“Good. Because if you step foot inside Georgia, it better be in this house.” I scoot to the edge of the sofa to be closer to her. “I’ve waited as patiently as a man can fucking wait for you to want to move in with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Can I order a moving truck today? I’ll have people at your door in Chicago in an hour.”
“Holt …”
“Try me.”
“Easy there, tiger,” she says with a laugh.
