Page 127 of Make Her Mine

I need to give that serious thought now.

We’re getting to the point of no return. We’re talking about the future. We’ve said the word ‘marriage’. Our families are involved. Our friends are all in on this.

Am I all in?

I hear tires crunching behind me and look down at my phone. I’ve been sitting here for forty minutes.

And I’ve missed a bunch of calls and texts.

I am not surprised when I see Jefferson’s truck pull in next to me.

He gets out and stomps over. “What are you doing?” he demands.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m thinking about how much I like you. And how much I hate you.”

He tucks his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and blows out a breath. “You can’t do that at my house?”

I turn more fully to face him. “You had to know that she’d tell me.”

“I told her she had to tell you, or I would.”

Okay, well, that’s something. “So you had to know I’d be pissed.”

“Of course I knew that.”

I weaken a little just knowing how well he knows me. “You thought I’d just come straight over after that?”

He spreads his arms wide. “No. I thought you’d go to your house. So I gave you thirty minutes to cool off and then went over to talk. Then when you weren’t there, I kind of started to worry. Then when Margot said you didn’t tell her where you were going and you weren’t at your mom and dad’s, and Graham hadn’t heard from you, I actually started to worry.”

Dammit. I love how well he knows me. I thought about going home. But my house doesn’t feel right anymore. I didn’t think I’d actually be comforted being there alone.

And…I hadn’t thought about talking to anyone else.

Jefferson is who I need to talk to about this. Once I’ve figured out what I want to say.

“And then you drove straight up here?”

“This is the first place I thought of after your house and your mom and dad’s.”

I turn and look back over the town. “I told you I didn’t want to be alone tonight, and I was going to spend the night with you.”

“That was before you found out that I talked to one of your very good friends and told her I thought her moving to Denver was a good idea.”

“Again.”

“Yeah.” He sighs. “Again.” He shoves a hand through his hair and moves closer to the car. “So how mad are you?”

“On a scale from zero to ten?”

“Yeah.”

I shrug. “Two. Now.”

He rounds the front of the car to stand directly in front of me. He’s frowning. “You’re sitting up here alone instead of at home with me and you’re only at a two? What the hell are you going to do when I get you to an eight?”

I frown. “You’re going to get me to an eight?”

“You and me? Over seventy years of life together? I’m sure.”

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