Page 114 of Mountain Pine
Conner shakes his head. “Doubt it. He just lost his power over me.”
“We should probably put frozen peas on your face.”
Once I’m on my feet, I feel six feet tall. Sticking up for my man and kicking a monster in the balls is very nice for my ego. And to do it in a dress, no less.
“I’m such a baddie.”
Conner cups my face. “Yeah, you are.”
“I’m basically a town hero.”
“For sure.”
“There will be ballads sung and poems written about me across the lands.”
“Forever and ever.”
We laugh a little and then I wilt. “Today has been an emotional roller coaster.”
“I’m so sorry.” Conner hugs me again. Like if he keeps holding me, I can’t run away.
“It was the perfect day, Con.” And I mean it.
Would I rather his father not have arrived at all? Yes. Maybe show up some other day? Probably. But things happen when they’re meant to happen and I’mnot one to argue with fate.
“I’m hungry,” I say, hoping to get Conner back into provider mode. “Can we still make our reservations?”
“Definitely.” He kisses my forehead. “Did you want to change first?”
I stare down at my dress that’s got berry juice, dirt, and pollen all over it. “Nope.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
He scoops me into his arms and carries me out of there.
Chapter 32
Conner
I’ve officially moved in with Taylor. We’re getting married soon. Life is perfect.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” I pepper kisses all down Taylor’s face and temple. Her hair. Neck. Whatever my mouth gets to land on. “Come on, baby. Time to get up.”
“Mmph.” She rolls over and tucks herself against my body. “Shh.”
“We’re going to be late.”
“Time does not exist for us immortals.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll go marry myself then. You stay here. I’ll catch ya later.”
Taylor shoots up, her hair tangled in a long braid. “Oh shit! Did I miss my own wedding?” She scrambles to untangle herself from the covers and ends up falling out of bed. “Ooof!”
“Technically it’s the rehearsal.” I laugh, helping her back up. “But you told me to wake you early so you could pick turkey tails, remember?”
Her sleepy eyes and oversized pajamas have me falling harder for her this morning. Every day there’s something more to love.
Yesterday it was the way she put a snail she found on the sidewalk into the grass.
