Page 122 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
Besides, it was too late to change my plans now. For Beau, I’d take the risk. He deserved to see how far I was willing to go to keep him in my life. He deserved this grand gesture.
With nothing left to do but wait for the movers, I stood by a window and took a few moments to appreciate the city. The street below was bustling with cars and people walking by. The tower across the street was mostly office space, people working away at their desks. There would certainly be things I’d miss about Seattle, but mostly, I was glad to be going home.
Even though I’d only spent a few days in the actual town of Prescott, I knew without a doubt it was the place for me. Montana had won my heart.
Just like Beau had.
The nervous energy in my stomach swelled when a knock sounded at the door.
This was it. I’d spend the morning hours watching the movers wrap and box my belongings and then I was leaving. I’d lock up and give Tim my keys. By this time next week, this place would be home to someone new. I just hoped that during their residence here, it included far fewer traumatic moments.
I rushed to the door, forgoing a check at the peephole, and swung it open wide, smiling and ready to greet my moving crew.
But my movers weren’t on the other side of the door.
Beau was.
My smile dropped and I gaped at him, using the door to balance my swaying feet.
“Hi.” One hand was in his jeans pocket and the other was holding a small black bag. His jeans were newer, not the faded and worn pairs he usually wore and he’d traded his normal plain T-shirt for a deep green button down with rolled up sleeves.
He was breathtaking.
This rugged, sexy mountain man was every one of my lost hopes and forgotten dreams come true.
The shock of seeing him finally wore off and I found my voice. “Hello.” I wanted to scream and jump into his arms, to kiss his face a million times, but first, I wanted to know why he was here. “Would you like to come in?”
“No.” He shook his head and dropped his bag so his hand could stroke his beard. “I want to say a few things before I come in.”
“Okay.” The excitement I’d felt a moment ago was now tied in an anxious knot.
He sucked in a long breath before launching right into his speech. “When you left, you said you didn’t belong.”
“Beau, I—”
“Please, let me get this out.”
I nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“You belong right here.” He held out his arms, making a circle in the space between them. “You belong with me. Right here. No matter where we live, whether it’s Montana,
Seattle or Timbuktu, this is where you belong.”
My breath hitched and my heart started racing. Was this really happening? He’d really come for me?
He’d come for me.
He was willing to give up his home, the town he loved and being close to his family, Coby, just to be with me. Any doubts I’d had over the past two weeks vanished. Henry had been right. This man loved me completely.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I was moving to Prescott but the stairwell door flew open with a loud bang and I flinched.
“Oh, Sabrina,” my neighbor sneered. I’d nicknamed him The SOB in 5-1-3. “Don’t tell me we’re back to having federal agents roam our hall.” He eyed Beau up and down.
I shook my head. “No. No federal agents. Excuse us, we’ll go inside.”
I wouldn’t miss this guy when I moved.
“Should I expect to hear gunshots later?”
