Page 93 of Unraveling Rain
“You look perfect,” he murmurs, kissing my hair.
I chuckle.
“What? Don’t believe me?” he says, raising a brow as he opens the door of his SUV.
“Cherry, you could wear a paper bag and I’d still think you look fucking gorgeous.”
I roll my eyes, but the grin on my face gives me away.
“So where are we going?” I ask once we’re on the road.
He pats my thigh. “You’ll see. We’ll be there in no time.”
Xander turns onto a road I’ve never taken before. I remember Miles saying this area was being developed recently, and my heart starts to thump with anticipation.
We drive to the top of a mountain, where a metal gate blocks a dirt path. A sign reads, “Private Property. Do not enter.”
Xander pulls a remote from his pocket and clicks a button. The gate creaks open.
My brows knit. “How do you have access to this place?”
“You’ll see,” he says again, flashing a wink.
We keep driving down the winding, unpaved road, and my pulse hammers so fast I swear it might beat its way out of my chest.
Then we reach a clearing—and I stop breathing.
The view is spectacular. We’re surrounded by mountains in every direction. No houses. No noise. Just us and the wide-open sky.
And then I see it: a brand new RV, gleaming in the sunlight.
“Xander?” I whisper, completely stunned.
My mind spins, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s going on.
He parks the SUV beside the RV and jogs around to my side. When he helps me out, my knees buckle. He catches me before I fall.
“Babe, are you okay?” he asks, concern softening his voice.
“What’s happening? Where are we?” I murmur, eyes locked on the RV like it might vanish if I blink.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my cheek, gently guiding me toward it
He opens the door, and I step inside—and instantly, I’m speechless.
The interior is gorgeous. Just inside the entry, there’s a small couch across from the door and a dining table to the left that could easily seat six. A full kitchen gleams with polished countertops and shiny fixtures. Down a short hallway, I get a peek of a bathroom and a cozy bedroom beyond that.
Then my eyes drift back to the main living area—and catch on something that steals my breath.
There, hanging above the couch in a beautiful wooden frame, is a picture of us.Ourphoto. The first one we ever took together, up at the summit on that hike. I remember the wind in my hair, the way he looked at me even then. My heart twists.
“Do you want to see the rest? Or you want to take a seat?” he asks gently.
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. “Let’s sit.”
He leads us to the sofa and waits until I’m seated before speaking.
“Okay,” he begins, “please hear me out first, alright?”
