With one lastsqueeze, I nodded and led her down to my dad’s room.
* * *
Daisy
Jason and TamaraWilton were a little older than my parents but not by much and they weregorgeous. Even with his face beat to hell, you could tell Jason was handsome.It was obvious where Huck and Louisa got their looks from, and they both gave offvery middle America type warmth. I found it interesting that Louisa looked alot like her dad where Huck looked like his mom. Totally unlike my family. Mybrothers looked just like my dad, and I was basically a carbon copy of mymother.
“I’m so sorry we’remeeting like this,” Tamara said.
“I know,” Iagreed. “But it’s lovely to meet you all the same.”
A nurse walkedin and said it was time for Jason’s vitals and meds, so we were shooed out ofthe room.
“Mom, how aboutwe head back to the house?” Louisa said. “We can maybe stop by the store andget dinner ready. Whatever you need.”
“That would begreat, honey,” Tamara said. “Although, dinner’s already good. A few of theneighbors have been dropping food off, so we’re okay for a few days. But Icould text you a list of things your dad’s going to need if you wouldn’t mindpicking them up.”
“No problem.”
“My car’s in thegarage, and the extra fob is in the normal spot in the drawer,” she said. “Youknow where the key to the front door is.”
“I still havemine, Mama,” Louisa said, hugging her.
After quickgoodbyes to Jason, we headed back down to the TownCar and then onto the Wiltonfamily home.
“Oh my god,” Ibreathed out as we pulled up to the house. “Did you grow up here?”
The Wilton homewas gorgeous and sat on a huge lakefront lot. The driver carried our bags tothe porch and Huck tipped him before unlocking the front door.
“Yes,” Huck saidas he led me inside.
“This isamazing.”
Louisa smiled.“It’s my absolute favorite place on earth.”
“I can see why,”I said.
Huck dropped ourbags in the foyer before locking up again, then gave me a tour of the house.
The house wasmodest, but had four bedrooms and a den, along with a large kitchen and greatroom, plus a glass sunroom that overlooked the water.
“Dad built thesunroom a few years ago. Mom had been bugging him for a while because shewanted a warm place to watch the water and read during the winter,” Huck said.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah.” Hewrapped an arm around my waist. “This is what I want, Daisy. The life they’vebuilt.”
“I want what myfolks have, too,” I admitted, sliding my hand up his chest. “The trick ismaking sure we make it our own.”
“You want kids?”he asked.
“Absolutely.You?”
“Fuck, yeah. Agaggle.”
I chuckled.“Well, if we have a gaggle, you’re changing diapers.”
“I will changeallthe diapers,” he promised. “You won’t even have to ask.”
