Page 125 of Falling into Place
She didn’t follow. “Sure. He’s playing it cool, but I know Pepper’s been dying to see Oreo. Why make them wait?”
He rubbed his jaw. “I meant, like, take all your stuff there. For good. What would you think about moving in with me?”
Her heart lurched into her throat. “Really?”
His gorgeous eyes searched hers as he nodded.
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
She grinned, grabbing his hand and swinging it side to side. “Okay, but I have rules.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Wanna hear them?”
“They won’t change my mind, but okay.”
“We make the bed when we get up.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
“I get to paint the bistro set on the porch any color I choose.”
“Have at it.”
“Tuesday nights are movie nights.”
“Unless the Thunder are playing.”
“Deal.” She squinted while she thought. “Oh, and you have to donate the jeans.”
He stilled. “What?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You haven’t been wearing them while I’ve been gone, have you? You promised.”
“No.” He looked away. “It’s just ...”
She frowned and stepped closer to peer into his face. “What is it?”
“They sort of have sentimental value to me now. When I see them in my closet, I think of you. How we met, the way you stole them and then lied about it, and that time things got hot when I found them again. I love every memory attached to them, and I don’t think I can stomach giving them away.”
“Are you trying to make me cry?”
“Not like that’s hard to do.”
“Fine! You can keep the jeans, you big softy.”
He looked so damn happy. “Good. Anything else?”
“Yeah.” She gazed up at him, heart bursting. “Promise you’ll love me forever.”
His smile faded into something serious and fierce. “I don’t usually make promises,” he said, reaching up to trail his thumb across her cheek. “But for that, I’ll make an exception.”
Epilogue
“Okay, everyone!” The guy onstage boomed into the mic. “Before you turn in your trivia cards, we have a surprise tonight. There’s a bonus round!”
