But I don’t feel anxious about it.
Nah, I feel settled.
That’s my new address.
My new life.
With her.
I stand in the middle of what used to be my living room and watch movers wrap the last of it in plastic.
This is it.
Everything I built in L.A. Everything that made me who I am.
It’s going east.
To be closer to her. Not because she asked. Not because she demanded.
Because I decided.
Because I don’t want her bending her life around mine.
I want to step into hers.
And for the first time in my life?
That doesn’t feel like sacrifice.
It feels like destiny.
And the little blue box burning a hole in my pocket is all the proof I need to show her I mean it. I want this. Her. For good.
I grab my phone as I slide into the back of the car headed for the private airstrip.
No commercial flights.
No waiting.
I’m so done waiting.
She answers on the first ring.
“Sunshine,” I say immediately. “Tell me something good.”
“David! I miss you,” she blurts.
No hesitation.
No guarded tone.
Just her.
I grin despite myself. “Yeah? Good. I miss you too, but that’s done now. You can show me how much you missed me tonight?—”
Silence.
Then—she squeals.