Page 103 of Starting Over with You
I bite my lip.
Me
I wish I hadn’t pushed you away last night.
Dean
You didn’t push me away. You asked for space.
Me
I should have brought you inside.
Dean
Now we’re talking.
Dean
Because I might not be a weatherman, but you can expect some inches tonight.
Now I’m cackling. I can’t with him.
Me
I’m about to call you my Kindle…
Me
Because I want to take you to bed for hours and forget the world exists.
Dean
I HAVE MET MY MATCH!
Dean
Marry me. Now. Right now. I’ll meet you at the courthouse.
Dean
No underwear so I can take you on the side of the building.
I’m snorting, my laughter as loud and wild as he makes me feel. He has to be joking, but damn it if I’m not considering jumping right into another marriage if it means I’ll be Dean Moore’s wife.
Before I can text back, though, my phone rings with a call from Flint. I already spoke to the boys this morning, so my heart spirals into full mom panic mode as I answer.
“Hey, honey. You good?”
The moment he speaks, I know he’s not. “I’m fine, promise. But I was on Life360 to get the address where Ash is, and I noticed that Dad is in Thistlebrook.”
I clench the side of the island. “What?”
“Yeah. He’s, like, right outside of town. I called him, but he declined my call.”
What. The. Fuck.
“I don’t know what he’s doing, and I almost called Dean first. But I wanted to hear your voice to be sure you’re okay.”
