His stomach rumbled in response, a not-so-subtle reminder that he’d had a granola bar for lunch and that had long since burned off.
“What’re you makin’?” he asked when he pushed the door open to find Gage standing at the center island.
“Lasagna.”
“And garlic bread?” he asked hopefully.
Gage pointed to a baking pan layered with Texas toast coated in butter and garlic.
“Figured we’d have dinner, then maybe watch a movie.”
Travis was more than willing to do whatever Gage wanted to do tonight. “As long as we’re naked while we do it.”
“Which part? Dinner or movie?”
“Both?” Travis chuckled, moving toward Gage. “I don’t care.”
Unable to help himself, he cupped Gage’s face and leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t urgent, not even sexual, really. Just a gentle press of lips to lips, a comfort he knew he would never be able to live without.
When he pulled back, he smiled. “I have somethin’ for you.”
Gage’s eyebrows lowered. “I’m not sure how energetic I’ll be untilafterwe eat.”
Travis let the words sink in, then he barked a laugh. “I wasn’t talkin’ about sex.”
“Well, that’s a first.”
“Look who’s talkin’.”
Gage rolled his eyes.
Travis pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, drawing Gage’s attention to it.
“What’s that?”
“A confirmation.”
“Of?”
Travis passed it over. “Read for yourself.”
When Gage took the paper and began to unfold it, Travis lowered to one knee before him.
“March twentieth. Three o’clock,” Gage read.
Travis reached up, pulled Gage’s hand down so he could look in his eyes. “Marry me, Gage. Marry me on March twentieth at three o’clock.”
Gage smiled as he grabbed Travis’s wrist and pulled him up. “I’ll marry you any day, anywhere, any time.”
Travis kissed him again, this time a bit more urgently. “Good.”
“Where’s this gonna take place?”
“At my parents’ house.”
Right by the tree Kylie had requested they plant.
Chapter Twenty-Four
