“You have a brother?” I tilt my head, realizing we don’t know very much about each other, even though it feels like I’ve known him forever.
“I do.” He exhales sharply. “Going into business with him was a big decision.” His gaze drifts to the fire, and I know it’s not about the money.
“The stalker?” I ask carefully.
He nods. “It’s over. She’s behind bars, for now. But it still shakes me. I remind myself she’s getting help, that I’m okay, and the people around me are okay.”
I brush my fingers over the side of his face. “I’m glad you’re able to move past it and do this with your brother.”
There’s a pause. That unspoken weight neither of us wants to name.
“He’s a stickler for details and following rules. Organizing. Spreadsheets. He’s the brains, and I’m the soul.”
“Sounds like you work well together.”
“We do.”
We dance silently into the next song.
“What about you?” His arm pulls me closer. “What are your plans after your travels?”
Is he asking to try to make plans? Are we going to make plans?
“I don’t know yet. I’ll see where my photography takes me.”
“I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” He says it quietly; it almost sounds like he’s talking to himself.
“I know.” I press closer.
“I wish I could stay until Monday. Or longer. Anything but tomorrow.”
“Me too.”
He sighs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I hate that this is our last night together.”
I rest my l head against his chest. “Let’s not think about that right now. Just be here with me tonight.”
He nods. “Just us tonight.”
“Just us.” I smirk at him. “Climbing mountains.”
“Not half-assing it.” He kisses me, reminding me how much I want to strip this suit off him.
Chapter Twenty-One
