Page 118 of Take My Kiss
“So…is she movin’ there now?” Wilder asks. “Or are y’all gonna do long distance?”
“Yeah, I think so. We haven’t discussed specifics yet, but I’m hopin’ to build a couple extra bedrooms so the kids have their own.”
Posey’s husband owns a home construction company, so he’ll be able to help me do it.
“Wow, I’m happy for you guys. We’re gonna miss ’em here, though.”
“I’ll make sure we come visit.”
“Can’t wait to meet the woman who finally tamed you,” Maddox taunts, fussing with his curly hair. It’s longer than the last time I saw him and reaches his shoulders now. His beard’s thicker, too. He somehow looks like an uncivilized lumberjack and a beefed-up linebacker at the same time.
No wonder he terrifies people and gets whatever he wants from them.
“Me? Look who’s talkin’. Or should I say, ain’t talkin’ since Sienna returned with a fiancé. What’s goin’ on there?”
“Actually, I gotta run. Text me her mom’s info, and I’ll update you in a couple days.”
He ends the call before either of us can respond.
Wilder chuckles. “Good job.”
I shrug. “Had to give it a shot.”
“Speakin’ of, when’s your weddin’?” He flashes a shit-eating grin.
“Look at the time. I gotta run, too.”
“Oh c’mon!”
“Don’t forget to give Sheriff Wagner the update, or at least, the condensed version that the stalker’s been identified.”
“I will, although it was fun tryin’ to figure it out. Kinda disappointed I didn’t get to shoot anyone.”
I huff a laugh. “Maybe don’t say that to Amelia.”
“Eh, she’s used to it.”
“Give my love to Delilah and the twins. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Once we end the call, I find Amelia asleep on the couch with Lily snuggled up to her. Grabbing one of the blankets, I cover them up, then check on Sam in his room.
“I’m gonna take Remy for a walk. Wanna come?”
“Yeah!”
I grab the leash while Sam gets his shoes on.
“Are you excited to meet your uncle?”
Amelia told him after she had her pancakes and gave him the simplest version she could without confusing him. He loves that he’s named after him, too.
“Yeah, he sounds cool.”
“So, you remember how your mom said there’s no more threat and y’all don’t have to hideout anymore?”
“Mhm. Does that mean we’re goin’ home?”
“Well, that’s what I was hopin’ to talk to you ’bout.” Remy leads us down the driveway, sniffing and stopping every few feet. “What would you think ’bout stayin’ in Willow Branch Mountain?”
