I grinned and ran my thumb along her jaw. “What do you wanna do now, sweetheart?”
She looked over at the couch where Remi was snuggled up on a blanket. “Maybe we can watch the snow?”
“I’d love that. Why don’t you go wait for me on the couch?”
“Okay,” she said on the tail end of a yawn. It reminded me of that first night we talked on the phone—when we were both nervous about our date.
Here we were a month and a half later, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.
I stopped the record player and dimmed the lights before joining her on the couch.
“Lay your head in my lap. Stretch out and get comfortable.”
“Are you sure? Isn’t that going to be uncomfortable for you?”
“I’ll be fine. Give me your glasses, and I’ll set them on the armrest.” I knew she was going to fall asleep, but if this was what she wanted, I’d happily give it to her.
She put the pillow on my lap, handed me her glasses, and laid her head down, wriggling closer until she was comfortable. Her red hair cascaded down her back, practically begging me to touch it.
Giving into temptation, I stroked my fingers over the crown of her head, making her hum.
“That feels nice,” she said, her voice heavy.
“Good.”
Remi snuggled up beside her, and I could barely make out her fingers slowly stroking his back.
Fluffy white snowflakes continued to fall, blanketing the mountains with a fresh layer of snow.
It was perfect for what I had planned for tomorrow.
Eventually, Pam’s breathing slowed and her hand stilled. Remi wriggled out from under her palm, carefully stepped over her head, and climbed onto my chest.
He was such a cool cat.
“Remi,” I whispered. “When you go back home, remind your mama how special she is. How she lights up a room with her smile and that her snort is the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I scratched his chin, and he said he would—well, not with his words—but that’s how I interpreted his contented purr.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes and smiled to myself becausethis…
It was everything my life had been missing.
TWENTY-ONE
PAM
I am worthy of good things.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of that familiar, gruff voice.
I blinked a few times, my vision clearing to show Alistair standing beside the bed with a tray in his hands.
“What’s all this?” I asked, reaching for my glasses on the nightstand.
“Breakfast in bed. I wanted to surprise you.”
