“Yeah,” he said, flipping the page again, voice picking back up with that same easy brightness. “There’s a bunch of stuff.”
I smiled to myself and went back to the suitcase, folding the last of my shirts a little slower this time, content to let him talk.
“Okay, well—oh,” he started again. “They have a horse stable. You can feed them carrots.”
“Let’s do it,” I said without hesitation.
“Yeah?” he asked, glancing over at me.
“Yeah,” I said, putting another stack into the dresser. “You’d like it. Plus, I’ve never actually been in a stable before. Might be fun.”
His mouth curved slightly, something softer slipping in. “Yeah, might be.”
He watched me for a second—long enough that I could feel it—but when I glanced over, he was already looking back down, flipping the page again.
“And there’s a bar,” he went on. “Multiple, actually. One of them’s on the mountain—like halfway up. You have to take a lift to get there.”
“That sounds dangerous,” I chuckled.
“It sounds like a great time,” he corrected.
“No, no,” I chided, trying to hide my smirk. “That definitely sounds like an easy way for you to cash in on my life insurance policy.”
Ronan laughed loudly. “What if I promise not to push you to your death?”
“I don’t know…” I sighed dramatically. “To be tipsy on the side of a mountain with a killer?”
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead, babe,” he shot back.
I huffed a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “True, true.”
“Good. That means we’re going then,” he said smugly.
“Oh, does it?”
“Mhm,” he hummed.
I finished with the last of the clothes, zipping the suitcase closed and setting it aside before straightening up and stretching out my back.
“…and they’ve got guided night walks,” he was saying. “Which sounds like a terrible idea, but also kind of fun. Like, snow, lanterns, the whole thing—”
“Sure,” I said.
He blinked in surprise, looking up at me again. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I said simply. “If you want to.”
“Maybe,” he answered. “I want to do the other stuff first.”
“Sounds good.”
“They’ve also got, like, dessert tastings,” he added. “Which—”
“We’re absolutely doing that,” I cut in.
That earned me a grin. “I knew you’d say that.” He laughed softly, and it settled into the room alongside the crackle of the fire.
I leaned back against the dresser, arms crossing loosely as I watched him continue listing off things we might do, things we probably wouldn’t, things he just liked the sound of.
