Page 61 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy
"Wait."
"What?"
"Madison already mentioned it to Gabe."
"Yes."
"Last night."
"Yes."
"Were you all in on this?"
"Define 'in on'?"
"Anna."
"Luke."
"You came to that cabin already half-deciding."
"Luke Davis. I came to that cabin running for my life."
"And–"
"And I noticed within seventy-two hours that you're the best man I've ever stood in a room with. So yes. By the time my friend mentioned, in passing, in a truck, that the ranch could maybe use somebody who knows how to run a website and a social media account and an email campaign, I was already wondering how I'd ask you if I could stay."
I’m off the couch.
I’m off the couch and across the floor and I have her in my arms before I've thought about it, and I'm kissing her so hard she stumbles back and I catch her with one arm braced behind her shoulders.
I kiss her until she's laughing into my mouth.
"Luke?"
"Mm."
"I want to stay."
"Yeah, Brown Eyes."
"Do you want me to?"
"Anna."
"Say it."
I pull back enough to look at her.
"I want you to stay. I want you in my cabin. I want you in my bed. I want you eating my food and reorganizing my spices and using my coffee machine and learning the name of every cow in that pasture if that's what makes you smile. I want you. I want you for as long as you'll have me."
"That's a long time, Luke."
"Better start now then."
I kiss her again.
She wraps her legs around my hips. I lift her like she weighs nothing. She's laughing and crying at the same time and I'm not far off. I carry her back to the bedroom and shoulder the door open with her mouth on mine.
