“I took your suitcase outside like you asked,” Iggy murmured as I broke off to let him breathe. “You sure you wanna get rid of it?”
“Firstly, it’s busted,” I said. “Secondly, I’m not going anywhere. Not for a while, anyway. And ifI’mgoing, you’re coming with me. We’ll get matching luggage, it’ll be cute.”
“Say that again?” Iggy asked, dark blue eyes soft and pleading.
“Which part?”
“That you’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“I’m not.” I kissed his forehead. “Going.” Nose. “Anywhere,” I finished, brushing my lips against his. “Not anymore. I’ve walked away from you enough to last me a lifetime.”
“One more time?” Iggy asked.
I smiled at him, running the backs of my knuckles along his jawline, admiring the handsome sweep of it, the straight line of his nose, the way his eyes glittered when he smiled back.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised. “I love you too much to leave you.”
Iggy’s smile broadened until it took over his whole face, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Love you, too,” he said. “And we’re getting married next summer.”
“We are?” I asked, surprised. I didn’t think he’d want to rush into something like that after everything he’d been through.
But on the other hand, I was ready. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to call Iggy myhusband, once and for all.
I’d settled down into the cozy little life with the perfect home and the perfect job and the perfect dog and the perfect fiancé, why not go all the way?
“We are,” Iggy confirmed. “Already started planning.”
Huh.
Well.
Who was I to say no to an offer like that?
“Okay,” I said. “But no goats.”
“No goats,” Iggy chuckled. “Promise.”
Epilogue
Next summer…
I woke with the sun streaming through the window, as always, stretched out on the ridiculously soft sheets Harvey had insisted on getting—not that I’d ever complain about it—and rolled over.
Harvey was already awake, whole face breaking into a smile as he looked at me.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said. “I was about to wake you.”
“Time is it?” I squinted at him as though he was an alarm clock.
In fairness, hedidmake a good alarm clock. He’d woken me up every morning for almost a year now, with a touch, or a kiss, or a whisper in my ear.
“Almost nine,” Harvey said. “We’ve got time. Just wanted to spend a little of it with you.”
I smiled wryly. “You don’t think you’ll get to spend enough time with me on our wedding day?” I asked, a swarm of butterflies taking off in my stomach as I said it.
Our wedding day. Mine and Harvey’s.
