“Okay, now I’m really done with that woman.” His voice gentled. “I want to talk about you and me.” He paused, added. “Us.”
Elissa sat up, hesitated. “Us?”
“Yeah. What I feel for you is real, not some pretend crap I made up to protect myself. I’d like to spend more time with you—” his eyes glittered, his voice dipped “—in the real world outside of the cabin. Will you come back to Magdalena with me? Meet my family?” A dull rose shot from his neck to his cheeks. “If you feel the same way, that is.”
“I do…feel the same way.” She stroked his cheek, kissed him. “I’ll come with you. Anywhere you want to go.”
“Let’s stay here a few more days, and then we’ll let the outside world bombard us, okay?”
“Uh-huh.” She clung to him, wished she hadn’t gotten involved with Mrs. Blacksworth’s agenda. But there was no going back now; she’d done it and the sooner she told Pete the truth, the sooner they could move forward. They’d get past this. They cared about one another. People who cared about one another stuck together and forgave each other’s missteps.
Didn’t they?