“Wait…”
But Boone didn’t wait.
In fact, he ignored her screeching—something that I knew she’d be embarrassed about doing in public later—and walked me to my car.
The car that we’d picked out when Sawyer had found out about my pregnancy and wanted to keep me safe. I’d kept the car here for when I was visiting in Montana.
When we got to my car, Boone let me go, and I refused to think about why it bothered me so much to no longer have his heat surrounding me.
He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Let me have your phone,” he ordered quietly.
I handed it to him.
He didn’t hesitate to type in my password.
He’d always known it, and I’d never changed it.
Our anniversary date was the code to get into both of our phones.
0409
April ninth would forever be burned into my memory.
The day that I’d said yes to dating him had been one of the best days of my life.
We may not have ever gotten married, but that date would forever be important to me.
He downloaded an app onto my phone, then signed into it.
He twisted my phone around to me and said, “This is the app to unlock the house and turn off the alarm system. All you have to do is press Disarm and then Unlock and it’ll get you inside. You have the garage door opener. Park in either bay.”
I took my phone from him as he said, “You know that my mother will lose her shit, right, when we get married?”
“That was just to get a rise out of her,” I admitted.
His eyes gleamed. “We’ll see.”
Then he backed up, and I took that as my cue to get into the car.
I wouldn’t examine how it made me feel when he’d announced “we’ll see” as if it was a forgone conclusion that I was his.
I also wouldn’t examine the way it made me feel to think about forever with him.
No, those were two things that I was going to keep buried deep, and only examine when I had a couple of hours to cry it out while I did it.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
No, I wasn’t sure of anything when it came to Boone.
However…
“I’d really like to see her downfall,” I admitted. “She’s lived rent-free in my head for years, Eddy.”
My sister studied me.
A ball came aiming right for our heads, and I expertly headed it back to the player, causing her to smile. “One day I want to be able to do that.”
