“I love you,” I whispered back, turning on my side to face him.
Lying on the floor beside him, talking about our future, declaring our love, it was everything I could have ever dreamed.
“Can I ask you something?”
He looked at me anxiously.
I glanced down at his purple socks. “Why do you always have the ugliest socks?”
He laughed out loud in surprise. “You’ve noticed?”
I chuckled with him.
“I like the bright colors,” he admitted sheepishly. “I buy them myself and will wear them until they’re fallin’ apart. Why don’t you wear ugly socks?”
I laughed. “Are you excited for your trip with your brothers?” I asked, propping my head up on my hand.
His face changed from dreamy and soft to excited and alert. “Ya! I hate to leave so soon, but I gotta catch an early plane.”
“What’s your plan after your trip?”
Did this family ever just stop and relax for a few days?
“Probably back to the ranch to start pullin’ my weight again,” he said with a soft chuckle. “What’s your plan?”
It was a roundabout way of asking when we were going to see each other again, and it made my heart fall to my stomach.
“Oh, you know,” I said absentmindedly, “director things.”
He grinned. “I can’t wait to hear all about your first day tomorrow.”
“Me too,” I responded, even though it didn’t make sense. “I can’t wait to hear about your trip.” I sighed. “Maybe next weekend I could fly to Gurthie and spend a few days with you.”
He lit up. “Maybe I can take you on another ride to redeem our reputation.”
“I’d love that.”
Finally, we had a plan. We were going to see each other. I would buy the tickets tomorrow.
I didn’t care if it was a back-and-forth travel for years.Colton was everything to me. He felt like home, like a breath of fresh air, a light at the end of a tunnel.
He was my everything, and I’d do whatever it took to be with him.
Chapter Forty-Five
I couldn’t believe this office wasmine.
The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the heart of Chicago, the massive marble desk, the two white couches with a coffee table separating them, the bookshelves, all of it was mine.
Okay, Mr. Sterling had yet to move most of his books and some decorations out, but technically speaking, this office was mine.
I peeked at the framed picture of Craig and his wife sitting onthe desk and smiled. I wondered which picture of Colton and me I could frame.
I would even want a picture of the entire Nash family to give me the warmfuzzies in the middle of a busy workday.
I glanced at my phone for the fourteenth time that day–still nothing from Colton.
He had kissedme for hours last night in bed.
