Page 105 of Score on You

I turn until the waterfall is crashing behind us. “This is what Beaver Rush is known for.”

“Perfect.” Callie tucks herself tight against me and lifts the camera.

My chin rests on her shoulder while I stare at the lens. I see her peeking at me from the corner of her eye. She returns her focus ahead to snap the shot. At the last second, I dip to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Gah,” she complains as the film spits out. “Thought I had you.”

“Can’t make it too easy for you.”

“One of these days, boyfriend.” She wags her finger at me.

“I let you get that one of me in Roosters. Coming for you,” I remind.

A sigh slips from her. “As I recall, I was coming for you that night.”

“That’s my dirty girl. Should we sit?” I lower to the ground and part my legs.

She doesn’t hesitate to collapse in the spot I created for her. I support my weight on one arm, circling the other around her. She accepts the offer to recline against me. We’re quiet for a moment, but I can hear her curiosity burning.

After another minute, her gaze seeks mine again. “What’re you thinking about?”

I reach for her left hand, lifting until her ring finger brushes my mouth. “Can’t wait to marry you.”

“Me?” Her pitch reaches the tallest branches above our heads.

“Do you see another love of my life nearby?”

She elbows me, but there’s no punch behind it. “That’s just very… shocking.”

“And tattooing your name on my chest isn’t?”

“Well…”

“How about calling you my future wife?”

“Yes?”

I chuckle at her apparent confusion. “Didn’t you refer to me as your future husband last night?”

Callie doesn’t bother denying what we both heard loud and clear. “I’m worried something will go wrong. This seems too perfect.”

“That sort of thinking will lead to unnecessary doubt.”

Her lips squish into a pucker meant to tease. “Maybe.”

My hold on her tightens. “Fate is on our side. There are no guarantees. We take what we’re given and be thankful. I’ll never take the gift of you for granted.”

Moisture gathers in her eyes. “Gosh, is this a fairytale?”

I press my forehead to hers. “One of those spicy books you’re reading is probably more accurate.”

“Sexy romance,” she muses. “They end in happily ever after too.”

“The brooding hero can’t believe his luck when the gorgeous virgin deems him worthy of vigorously claiming her before they stroll off into the sunset. Couldn’t write our story better myself.”

Her thighs visibly clench, followed by a loud grumble from her stomach. She covers the noise with a palm. “Yikes. Way to spoil the mood.”

“I need to feed you.”

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