At some point, I’d finally realized that was just part of who Cole was in our relationship, and I didn’t want to change anything about the two of us together.
Truthfully, although I couldn’t keep up with him on giving expensive gifts, I was always thinking about doing things that would make him happy, too.
We’d even talked about living together full time just yesterday.
God, I really wanted that.
It would have to be me who moved in with him at the ranch.
Our horses were there, and that property was Cole’s legacy.
I’d never ask him to give up his dream of breeding champion Arabians someday.
Honestly, I was starting to share that dream with him, and I loved his ranch home.
Yeah, I loved my little house but giving it up to be with Cole all the time was probably going to be easier than I would have thought.
On nights like tonight, when we weren’t together, life didn’t feel quite right to me anymore.
Quite simply, I missed him.
I’d talked to him on the phone earlier, but it wasn’t quite the same as being cuddled up with him while I read or watched TV at night.
I’d missed out on having my person my entire adult life.
Now that I had him, I wanted to truly be with him.
We hadn’t been dating for long, but I knew exactly what I wanted with Cole.
I probably had for weeks now.
I desperately wanted a future with him.
We hadn’t resolved the issue of living together. Cole had wanted to give me time to think about it.
Tomorrow, I’d give him my answer.
I was going to tell him that I wanted to move in with him as soon as possible.
I knew I was also going to tell him that I loved him.
I wanted to lay my cards out on the table before we made that final leap of moving in together.
Strangely, doing something like that didn’t scare me at all anymore.
I trusted Cole more than I ever could have imagined trusting a man in my life.
I smiled as I picked up my brother’s journal that I’d been reading earlier from the place I’d left it on the bed.
I stretched and plumped my pillow behind me.
I was just about ready to sleep, but I’d been wanting to finish Keith’s last journal for a while now.
I’d just been too distracted by the incredibly handsome man I was dating.
I’m almost done with all of the journals. I’m down to the very last journal.
Reading my brother’s journals had been like a journey for me.
