“Ian . . .” she starts as I see tears in her eyes. “This is just . . . I can’t believe you’ve been doing this all summer.”
“I told you, Pretty Girl, I knew you were the one from the moment I saw you at the bar. Your Bucket List was the best thing ever. It was the perfect way to get to know you, to get you to trust me.”
“I can’t believe we had the same idea!” she says, handing me back my phone, the journal, and a pen. “You need to add these to our List.”
Without hesitation I take the pen and write down:
Take Hannah to Paris
Make Hannah move in with me
Sleep under the stars
Go sky diving
Take a cooking class
Tell Hannah I love her
With that, I cross out number one and twelve, earning me a kiss from Hannah. And not one to let an opportunity go to waste, pen still in hand, I ask her, “Are you finally going to tell me what you added to the List with Lacey and Ellie? I have a feeling that I’m gonna want to see those R-rated items as soon as possible.”
The End
Epilogue
Three months later
The last three months have been nothing short of amazing. I won’t say the start of the season, or the season, itself hasn’t been hard at times because it caused more than a few tears on my end. I was so used to seeing him whenever I wanted and now having him away for days on end, or not just having him on demand, is hard. I know I’m being a baby, and I don’t shed tears in front of him, but it’s still hard. I think he finds it hard too. He won’t say it because he knows I find it hard, but he has been hinting more and more that I should just move in with him, that way we can spend all possible moments together. So that’s what I’m doing. Only he has no idea.
Sadie gave me the idea. This one loves to keep her big brother on his toes, and I love it, encouraging her at every turn. He has his first long stretch of travel this week—ten days away. When Sadie realized it she suggested I take that time to just move in. And not tell him. So, with her moms blessing, I took her out ofschool today so she could help me move my scarce belongings from Levi’s house to Ian’s house—or my house I should say.
“Is this really all you have?” Sadie asks me, looking at the one duffle bag and suitcase.
“Pretty much, yeah,” I answer with a shrug. “I only had one bag when I moved in with Levi and a bunch of my stuff is already at Ian’s since I spend most of my time over there already,” I explained to her.
