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The next day, I called around and tried to find a moving place that was open while Bridget organized the boxes into piles of things she wanted to keep and things she was donating. Oh, and things that she was going to load up into her car to take back with her immediately when we left the next morning.
Yep, we weren’t wasting any more time.
I called Iron to let him know that I was going to be one more day. I hated not being there to help my club, but he assured me they had it all under control— well, as much as possible— and that they still hadn’t found anything.
“This is happening really fast,” she said later that night after we loaded up her car.
“You alright with that?” I asked, hoping like hell that she wasn’t having second thoughts.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she replied with reassuring excitement. “It’s just that I hadn’t planned on taking off until next week. I mean, it’s not like I have anything I need to stick around for.”
We spent half the night scrubbing down her apartment.
Then morning came and it was time to go.
“One stop before we head out?” she asked like I would have some sort of problem with it.
“Yeah, anything you need, hellcat.” Her nose scrunched up in the cutest way. “No, not working for you now?”
“No. I think I like that I’m your Bridge.”
“Well, I like that I’m the Lake that gets to be under—”
“Nope. No. Stop.” She was shaking her head but she was also laughing.
“Hey, Bridge,” I said as I stepped up to her.
“Yeah, Lake?”
“I think I love you.”
“Yeah? Maybe I find myself loving you, too.”
Our lips met in a sweet and quick kiss.
And that was that. It couldn’t have been any more perfect. Well, for us it was.
She placed her key on the counter, having called her landlord the day before filling him in on her plan and letting him know that was where she was going to leave it. He would let the movers in when they were due to show up a few days later.
Then we were off to start our new journey together.
Okay, that was a bit cheesy.
Just forget I said that.
That stop she had to make, it didn’t surprise me in the least that I followed her to a cemetery. I kind of wished I had thought to bring some flowers. While she hadn’t told me, I had a pretty good idea that she couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to her dad.
“You want me to wait here?” I asked as she got out of her car and I flicked my kickstand down.
She shook her head and I could tell it was because she was too emotional to speak right now.
I slipped my hand into hers and let her lead the way.
I stared down at the tiny headstone thinking that it wasn’t big enough for a man that sounded so great.
“Hey, Dad. I’m not going to ramble on with bullshit. I’m sure you know by now what’s going on in my life and that this guy here is pretty amazing.”
I saw the smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.
