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“Hudson,” I say slowly, “What am I going to do with you?”
He gives me that crooked grin, the one that sends heat straight to my chest.
“Let me in for starters, Sweetheart. It’s bloody fucking cold out here.”
And just like that, I’m stunned. Speechless.
Because the man is here. With both our bags. On my doorstep. Like he never had any plans of going anywhere else.
Like we’re not done yet.
And maybe he’s got a point.
Maybe I don’t want us to be done yet either.
CHAPTER 21-TANK
Her place is small.Cozy. Smells like vanilla, coffee, and something just a little citrusy—like the lotion she keeps on her nightstand.
It’s cute.
Like her.
And it’s big enough.
For now.
But even as I park my bag inside her bedroom without asking, even as I move through her space like I belong here, I’m already making plans.
I’ll build us something—warm and wide open, with enough space for her to work, for us to grow.
Somewhere she’ll never have to feel like she’s taking up too much room.
She hasn’t said a word since we walked in.
Still speechless.
Still unsure of what to make of me strolling into her kitchen like I’ve got any right to be here.
My brother? He just gave me a shit-eating grin and drove off, lookingwaytoo pleased with himself.
Probably texting Finley that the big brute finally got the girl.
Whatever.
I ignore his dumb ass and open her fridge, scanning the contents.
“Want something to eat?” I ask, voice low and even as I glance over my shoulder at her. “That bacon sammie was small.”
She’s still standing by the door, purse dangling from her hand, eyes wide and uncertain.
Like she’s waiting for me to vanish.
Like I’m just a dream that followed her home from the mountains.
“Dani.” I close the fridge, step toward her, slow and careful. “You okay?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “You didn’t ask.”
