Page 81 of Blind Date
“Oh my God, yes. I meant yes. But you just can’t casually ask someone to move in with you between a discussion about mugs and having no food in the house.”
“But I did.” I smiled. I stood in front of her and gripped her hips. “I had a speech planned out.”
“You did?” She grinned.
“No. Not really.” I chuckled.
“I didn’t think so.” She laughed.
“But here’s what I know.” I pulled her closer. “When you’re not here, I miss you. I miss going to bed with you, sleeping next to you, waking up with you, and having coffee with you in the morning. But mostly, I miss when I come home from a long day at the office, and you’re not here.”
“You’re serious.” She brought her hand to my face.
“I’ve never been so serious about anything in my life.”
“You do realize that you’ll have to share cabinet space, right?”
“I think I can make that sacrifice.” I smiled.
“And grocery shop and run all the household errands with me,” she said.
“I’ll survive.” I winked.
“And you’ll also have to let Zoey make fun of you on a daily basis.”
“Yikes. That one feels a little excessive. But it’s doable.”
“Are you sure, Wes? I mean, really sure?”
“Absolutely.” I kissed her forehead.
“Only on one condition, Mr. Castile.”
“What’s your condition?”
She reached over and grabbed her mug. “You’ll have to get rid of at least eight of these.” She held it up.
“Ugh, Sam. That right there is a deal breaker.”
She laughed, and just like that, my house finally felt like home.
“Let’s tell Zoey the good news,” I said.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Weston
We walked into the living room where Zoey sat cross-legged on the couch, watching a reality dating show while scrolling on her phone.
“Can I help you?” she asked without even looking up.
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat, and she looked up.
“Why do you both look weird?” Her eyes narrowed.
“We don’t look weird,” Sam said.
“Mom, you’re smiling way too much, and Wes looks like he’s ready to negotiate a merger.”
