Page 127 of Book Boyfriends
I don’t know what the future holds. We may have a long story together or a short one. It may be happy or full of sadness. There may be plot twists or just a smooth, steady current. It may be everything I want it to be or not.
What I do know is I am ready to see how our story reveals itself to me… Oh, and I like kissing him.A lot.
EPILOGUE
THE MIDDLE
“Best part of the week,” Pilar says, a twinkle plays in her amber eyes.
“Agreed.” I grin, settling against the SPN wall with her.
It’s Friday night, AKA Doc and Estelle’s weekly performance. This will never not be my favorite part of the week. It’s up there with Saturday brunch with Hope and my six-month-old niece, whom Lars calls LG for Little Georgia, and James calls Her Majesty, or weekly Sunday family dinners. The new tradition has dinner rotating between my brothers’ places. Next month, after I move into my new place, I’ll join the hosting rotation.
“I am thinking they’re going to doMuch Ado About Nothing. What’s your guess?” Pilar muses, tipping her head towards where Estelle directs two staff members to place the chairs that she and Doc will use.
Doc is more than healed since his hip injury, but Estelle plans to keep “the old goat” safe. For the last several months, the weekly readings have been done fireside-style, with the two of them sitting in chairs. As much as Doc itches to flutter around the courtyard like before, he’s listening to Estelle. At least for now. Davis gives it two more months before his grandfather buzzes around during his weekly performances.
“I don’t know. I’m thinkingThe Merchant of Venice.” I smile, thinking of how Estelle made me and Davis her famous lasagna last Saturday night.
Another favorite night of the week is any night with Davis. One of those nights is always spent with his grandparents. Estelle has become quite the gluten free chef over the last few months. Between bites of whatever delicious meal she’s made, Estelle and Doc tease us about how they knew we’d be a perfect fit for each other.
“I’ll be right back,” Pilar says, patting my arm before shuffling over to chat with a patient’s family.
Inhaling the decadent jasmine aroma drifting around the courtyard, I take in the scene. The quiet, babbling fountain and murmured conversations. The way the wishing stone glows in the light from the lanterns and bright moonlight. This place will always be magical to me. Though, I’ve not heard of any other fantastical things happening here in the last eight months. I’m not sure if what happened to me was a fluke. Like Glinda says… the Fates have their own workings. Whether this fountain grants all wishes or fate just stepped in for mine, I don’t know.
“Is this wall taken?”
I look up, and my belly turns in a low swoop.
Hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, that boyish grin invades every inch of Davis’s face.
“It’s reserved for my boyfriend,” I say cheekily.
“Lucky man.”
“Guess so…” I offer a mock-pout. “But he’s in Denver for work.”
No Boundaries may keep Davis busy, but his family and I remain his priority. No matter the deadline, meeting, or trip, he always makes time for us. He always calls. He always keeps his promises. Even when we assure him it’s not a big deal.
“I hope you didn’t cut short anything important to rush back.” I wrap my arms around him.
“’Cause there’s something more important than being with the people I love.” He nuzzles his nose against mine.
The ooey-gooey sensation seeps into every bit of me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being loved by Davis Makenzie. In true blue Davis fashion, he didn’t hold back. Within two months of dating, he proclaimed his love. I cheered him on in a pickleball tournament he and Jackson competed in to raise money for a local dog rescue. After they won, he’d run over, scooped me up, and said, “God, I love you.”
“I never doubt how important I am to you.” I press my smile against his.
“Good, because you are very important to me.” A sly expression invades his features. “And not just because you’re ensuring my childhood dream of a chocolate lab as a pet, when you and Wentworth move in at the end of the month.”
“Did you only ask me to move in for my dog?” I arch one eyebrow.
“He is areallygood dog.” He chuckles.
I swat at him. “Guess he’ll be your little spoon, then.”
“Wentworth is very snuggly, but he’s not my little spoon.” He bands his arms tight around me.
“I love being your little spoon.” I sigh. “I love you, Davis Makenzie.”
