Page 119 of Breaking Hollywood

“To us.” He taps his glass against mine.

“And to my bad driving that brought us together.”

“So, you finally admit that you’re a shitty driver.”

“I admit nothing.” I grin and take a sip of my champagne. The bubbles go straight to my head.

Gabe opens up the picnic basket. “I hope you’re hungry ’cause there’s a fuckload of food in here.”

“I’m starving,” I tell him.

“I got some food for Gucci, too.” He pulls out a Tupperware container and pulls the lid off. “Chopped apples, pears, grapes, and strawberries. That okay for her?”

The fact that he brought food for her warms my insides.

“That’s more than okay.” I beam at him.

“What?” His brows push together as he hands her container of food over to me.

“You love her.”

“Who?”

“Gucci. She’s grown on you. Go on, you can admit it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Fine,” he huffs. “I like her. But I don’t fucking love her. She’s a goat, for fuck’s sake.”

I’ll take that. It’s the best I’m going to get from him.

“I love you,” I tell him.

His eyes meet mine. “Love you, too. Now, feed your damn goat, so we can eat.”

I blow him a kiss and put Gucci’s food out for her while Gabe serves up our breakfast.

Waffles, pancakes, and fresh fruit. Fresh bread rolls and a selection of cheeses.

This man knows the way to my heart.

When I’m stuffed to the brim and I can’t fit in another thing, I move over to Gabe’s side and lie down, resting my head on his good leg. Gucci is wandering nearby, sniffing some flowers.

“I love it here,” I tell him, looking up at him.

He brushes my hair off my forehead. “I’ve been in touch with an architect.”

“You have?”

He nods. “I told him what I’m looking for here. He came to scope it out the other day. Said he’s going to draw some plans up and come back to me with them next week.”

“Wow. That’s exciting. You’re finally going to build your home.”

“Yeah.” He runs his fingers through the strands of my hair as he stares out at the stunning view of the reservoir.

“Well, I’m super happy for you. What did you tell him you wanted?”

His eyes come down to mine. “A ranch-style house. With a paddock. And a swimming pool.”

That’s what I said I’d put here if I were building a house.