Page 76 of Meant to be Falling
“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” I say as I stand.
“Just invite me to the celebration when you’re done and we’ll call it square.”
“Deal.”
“And can you send Shay over here if you see her? I swear that girl is impossible to get ahold of these days.”
“Sure thing, Coach.”
“What did he say?”Beck asks, practically vibrating as he bursts through the front door. I chuckle because it’s such a different feeling than the last time he’d done it.
“He said that if you’re willing to work hard, he’d be happy to have you,” I say, keeping my voice serious but unable to keep the smile from my face.
“Thank you!” he exclaims, running at me and wrapping his arms around me as he does a little dance, lifting me clear off the floor.
“Beck!” I laugh as Mason and Holland walk in the still open door. “Put me down, you goof!”
He does but his smile matches mine, and this time when he hugs me, it’s the kind he used to give me when he was a little boy—the kind that made me feel like he was hugging me with his whole heart.
“Good news?” Mason asks and I nod.
“Coach said Nessa called him over the weekend. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
He shrugs but his lips twitch. “I may have mentioned something to Jensen.”
Beck releases me and barrels into Mason who grunts on impact and rocks back a step as he chuckles. “Take it you’re excited then?”
“Thank you,” my son says, emotion thick in those two words.
Mason had reached out to Ellison’s fiancé, Montana Greene, and asked if he’d be willing to let Beck work off the cost of the football camp at the farm.
We’d talked at length about it. My heart felt like it’d been torn from my chest when Beck told me he didn’t think I could affordto send him to camp. It would have been tight, but I would have made it happen. And I still could.
But Beck had decided he wanted to work, and he’d made all the arrangements with Montana, talking about tasks and responsibilities if all this panned out.
And now it had.
“Put your stuff away. Bodhi will be here in a few minutes and dinner will be ready a little after that.”
Mason drops a kiss on my lips once the kids are gone, and I let myself sink into him, reveling in the way his hard body feels against mine.
“I missed you,” I breathe in the space between us, expecting him to say the same. But he doesn’t.
“I love you,” he murmurs, my eyelids flying open as I look up at him.
“Really?”
“Of course.” He chuckles, even though it seems like he’s still trying the words on for size. “I felt it the day I met you.”
“That’s a very good line, Mr. Amato.”
“How good?” he teases, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. I giggle and then groan, my forehead falling to his chest as the doorbell rings and Holland rushes to get it.
“Your brother has the worst timing.”
“I’ll be sure to let him know.”
“Don’t you dare.” I laugh, moving out of his arms and to the door where Holland has already given Bodhi her life story before he’s even inside.
