I couldn’t agree more—just in case this doesn’t turn out how I want, it’s better to keep things undefined. The buffalo return to their at-ease status.
We remain in the backyard as the dogs play around us. The stars begin to emerge overhead, and I let myself just bask in the happiness. The relief. The absolute rightness of being in Clark Culpepper’s arms.
When we get inside, the savory scent of leftovers fills the kitchen. We eat dinner surrounded by warmth and acceptance, and I realize this is what I’ve been missing my whole life. Not just Clark, though he’s the most important part. But a family that celebrates instead of criticizes. That supports instead of judges. That loves unconditionally.
Later that night, as I pack for our return to Nebraska tomorrow, I get a series of notifications from the Knights Wags group chat.
Jess: How was everyone’s Easter?
Heidi: By that, she means April.
Ella: TELL US EVERYTHING.
Whit: Did something happen?!
Jess: We need details!
Margo: The Culpepper twins texted Mikey, who told Pierre, who told Cara, who told ALL OF US.
Heidi: And???
I show the messages to Clark as he gathers some of the dogs’ toys so we don’t forget them. “That was fast.”
“Should I tell them?”
“Tell them everything. They’ll find out, anyway.”
I type quickly.
Me: It’s real. We’re together for real now. Not fake.
I mean, I think that’s what Clark meant. He didn’t spell it out. Then again, neither did I. I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page. I hope so. The response is immediate and overwhelming.
Ella: I KNEW IT!
Whit: FINALLY!
Jess: THIS IS THE BEST NEWS!
Margo: I’m already planning engagement party themes.
Cara: Margo, they just got together.
Margo: A girl can dream.
Heidi: We need a full debrief when you get back.
Gracie: I have the perfect romance novel for this situation.
Me: You guys are hilarious. Also, the best. Thanks for being good friends.
And I mean it. Yes, they can be intrusive and overzealous, but I’ve never felt so elated. Nothing, not even their nosiness, can bring me down.
Ella: We know. Now go enjoy your real boyfriend.
For now, I’ll go with that even though he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend. I pocket my phone and turn to find Clark watching me with twinkling eyes.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
