“Yeah, I agree. Chrystal loves that kind of stuff, though.”
“She’d get along with my brother and dad then.”
“Look, I know we’re close to a hundred phone calls, but I think it’s still a little soon for our families to be meeting.”
I swallow a laugh. “You think? What about moving in together because I packed my bags last night.”
We keep bantering back and forth before getting to serious conversation and he tells me more about his relationship with Travis. He was always too good for that asshole. He never deserved him. I don’t either, but it’s no longer going to stop me from having him anyway. We haven’t reached the point of meeting each other’s family yet, but we are at a place where I’ve decided he’s mine. Only mine.
“Remember when I said I sleepwalk?”
“Yeah?”
“Well . . . I don’t ever remember what happens when I do, and I’ve woken up in some weird places before.”
“That sounds terrifying.”
“It has been. I’ve driven long distances too and had conversations with people I can’t recall.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’d ever want to sleep if that was me. Sorry. Was that insensitive? I need to stop always saying what’s on my mind.”
“Not at all, and please don’t. I like how honest and real you are.”
“I can be all that in person too. Want to come over and see?”
“I do, but I think I should take you to dinner first.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah. On an actual date. Then we can stop by that tall Christmas tree you’re supposed to show me.”
“Did I say that?”
“You did.”
“Then I guess it has to happen. When do you wanna pick me up?”
“Tomorrow at seven?”
“You already have dinner plans today?” There’s a slight tremble in his voice.
“No, but I thought maybe you wanted time to mull over some restaurant options.”
“I don’t need time. I know exactly where I want you to take me.”
“And where’s that?”
“Anywhere outside this damn cabin,” he sputters.
I smile. “Then text me the address and I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“You mean you didn’t write it down when you were helping me with my mail?” he teases, and I suck my teeth.
“No. That’s something someone would do in one of those movies we were talking about.”
His laughter is back and there’s a cute little snort in between. “I’ll text it to you in a few minutes. See you in a few hours.”
“See you then, Honey.”
