Page 129 of Major Love

I rub my palm at the back of my neck, not sure exactly how much to divulge, but Harper instantly senses how I’m feeling and she reaches forward to put me at ease.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” she says, smiling softly. “But, for what it’s worth, you’re a great guy. And I’m sure that if you talk it through, everything will be fine.”

I give her hand a gentle squeeze before folding my arms over my chest and glancing away from her.

Because I know that she’s right – I just need to talk to Sunday about this morning. Although I’ve been delaying getting back to the cabin because there’s a chance that I’m not going to like what she has to tell me.

But I’m pretty certain that guy is not her boyfriend… and if I find out that he was just bullshitting with me?

I roll my neck and crack my knuckles, liking that prospect.

Because if that guy isn’t her boyfriend… Sunday and I are about to pick up where we left off this morning.

“Thanks, Harper,” I rumble, slapping my palm against Mitch’s before I turn to head.

Honestly, I can’t wait to get everything out in the open with Sunday.

“Y’all should stop by for dinner one night,” my brother says before I reach the door. “The both of you,” he adds on, and I chuckle at that.

I nod and jerk my chin at him. “Sounds good, man.”

And then I’m back in my truck, easing toward the snow-covered mountain, my eyes focused on the blacktop while my mind stays fixed on Sunday.

Chapter 31

Jason

In less than an hour I’m driving carefully toward the clearing, through the snow-covered pines and up the lower forest until I reach the cabin.

My house comes into view and I note that the rental car has gone, but I keep my attention honed just in case as I manoeuvre around the back.

I kill the engine and exhale, my eyes focused on the garage door even though my mind is still elsewhere.

I texted Sunday before I set off from Mitch’s letting her know that I’d be home pretty soon, but in terms of the guy from this morning, for all I know he’ll still be here.

Doesn’t matter that the silver vehicle has vacated the premises. Maybe he took it back to town and then got a cab toward the mountain.

Maybe Sunday went with him, and she showed him around before bringing him back.

Just because I fell for Sunday when I was in high school doesn’t mean that she owes me any kind of loyalty. And just because my feelings for her have grown stronger these past few months, doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have another life back in Nashville that she might want to get back to.

And I’m just going to have to suck it up because, at the end of the day, I want what’s best for her.

Even if the thought of her with another guy makes my chest heave as I grip the steering wheel.

I give myself ten seconds to steady my breathing and then I push open the driver’s side door, stepping down into the snow.

And just as I close up the truck behind me and grab my keys to unlock the garage, I involuntarily glance over my shoulder and then pull up to an instant stop.

Because Sunday’s in those baby blue thermals, leaning against a wooden beam on the back porch as she watches me.

And she’s got two mugs of cocoa in her hands as she tilts her head toward the hot-tub.

I glance down at it as she bites back a smile, taking in the set-up that she’s been preparing.

And just like that, I know that everything’s good between us as I pocket my garage keys and stride toward her.

The only new tire tracks in the snow are the ones from my truck, and my chest swells with pleasure at the idea that she did this for us.

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