46
BAILEY
Backing up, Jase’s truck slams into the front bumper of my car.
“Oops. Shit. Fuck!” he clips. “Damn it!”
I bust up laughing as he pulls forward and maneuvers us out of the way. It’s as if a stress relief valve just popped and I’m doubled over, laughing hard.
First, I smash his truck and then he does the same to mine.
“This is something we’ll laugh about, telling our grandkids one day,” he says.
Our eyes meet and his are now filled with humor. No, with pure joy.
He looks happy.Sohappy, I want to cry happy tears.
We get to his house in not much more time than it took me to get to the cabin last night. Not because of the supernatural moon determined to put me in the same space as my fated mate. Nope… this time it’s because Jase’s pedal goes to the floor and he drives like we’re escaping for our lives.
This is about to happen. It’s really about to happen. Jason Creed is taking me home to claim me.
My heart thunders in my chest. It’s beating so hard and so fast, I can barely think.
I’ve been wishing for this for so long. Wishing but never believing it would really happen.
And it’s happening.
While my brain isn’t functioning on all cylinders, the part of me Jase is soon to be acquainted with is working overtime. My vagina is a furnace. A soaking wet furnace with its very own heartbeat.
He jumps out, hurries around, and opens the passenger door.
“You’re okay with the chivalry now, Bay? Why didn’t you run for the house? We could be in there already!”
I’m laughing as he grabs me and lifts me up in his arms, eyes twinkling. The dimples have popped and it dawns that he’s not wearing a shirt or shoes. Just the jeans he put on when he came back from his run.
He carries me to the front door, opens it, and blows out a breath before asking, “Ready?”
I gaze into his eyes. “I think so.”
He kicks the door shut and locks the deadbolt.
I gulp down a swallow.
All the humor is gone as he climbs the stairs looking serious. Very.
He stumbles a little when we get to the bedroom, looking surprised. This is because before I left, I put the bedspread with all the petals on top of his comforter. I also put the stuffed fairy on the mantle over the fireplace.
It took some work to fix them into a heart shape. The petals miraculously still look fresh. I wondered if it was a fool’s errand going to that trouble, but looking at Jase’s face right now, I’m glad I made the effort.
He gently lays me on the bed of petals and is immediately caging me in, hovering over me.
“Say it,” he whispers.
“Say what?” I ask.
His eyes coast over my face. “Tell me how you feel about me. I’m so,soready to hear it.”
I pull in a fortifying breath and immediately give him what he’s asking for.