Page 200 of Huckleberry Hill
And when he thrust into me, our eyes met and held. He began to move, and something built between us. Something I couldn’t deny.
We’d already made a baby together.
I’d fallen in love with him.
But this . . .
This was something different.
Something that had no words, because words weren’t enough to describe it. It was the feeling that I was home. That he was my home.
Across time.
Across space.
He was the home I’d been searching for and that I’d been blessed to find.
We came together, our simultaneous release powerful. So powerful it brought tears to my eyes.
He kissed the tears as they fell from my cheeks and then he held me close.
We didn’t speak for a long time. Our hearts slowed and beat in rhythm, our skin cooled. He pulled the covers up around us.
“Your proposal was perfect,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against his jaw.
“I’m glad you thought so. That call from Bowman was to get me away from the dinner table so I could light the candles and make a sock trail. Then I texted Muddy so she’d send you to the cabin.”
I chuckled. “Christmas socks.”
“Christmas baby.”
“It was perfect.” I snuggled deeper into him and held out my hand with the engagement ring. “This is stunning. You have good taste.”
“It’s an antique European diamond, but I had it placed in a modern, yet classic setting.”
“When did you do this?” I asked, lifting myself up so I could look at him.
“If I tell you it’s going to make me sound insane.” He rubbed his jaw, the raspy sound of his whiskers thick against his skin. “The night after we slept together the first time.”
“You didn’t.”
“Told you. I sound insane.”
I kissed his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. “Well, I’m insane about you, too. So I guess it worked out in the end.”
“Yep.”
I laid back down and closed my eyes. “Tempest is still with the puppies?”
“Yeah. She’s going to stay the night with them.”
“They’ve bonded.”
I traced a pattern on his chest.
“I called your sister.”
“When?” I asked.
