I chuckled. “Then the pact stands.”
She nodded, and I gave her a gentle squeeze. “What’s really goin’ on, baby?”
“Besides my dad killing you?”
“He’s not gonna kill me.” I chuckled. “You do know that, right?”
“No, I know.” She sighed, her body sinking further into me. “I just feel like the other shoe’s going to drop.”
“Okay, Chicken Little, I think what’s really going on is you’ve had a people-filled two days and your introverted heart can only take so much. There is no other shoe to drop, I’m gonna fix things with your dad, we’re gonna get engaged, and the sky is gonna stay right where it is.”
She sat up and met my eyes. “How the hell do you get to the heart of me so quickly?”
I grinned. “Because I’m your match, baby. Have been since the second we met.”
“Yeah, this is very true.” Cupping my face, she finally smiled. “I don’t want to sleep without you tonight.”
“We can sleep at the club, baby. Anytime.”
“I know. I just want something more permanent. I want our house to be done.”
“I’ll talk to Uncle Cade and see if we can speed up the timeline.”
She grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, and kissed me.
“You ready for me to talk to your dad now?”
She closed her eyes and nodded before meeting my eyes again. “Thanks for talking me down.”
“Always.”
She slid off my lap and resecured her seatbelt and we took off for her parents’ home.
