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Cowboy: I’m okay. All went well. Wanted to let you know. I’ll be home by midnight.
I smile and type out my response.
Me: Thank you. Glad it went well! Can’t wait to kiss you.
I glance at the couch and see that Daisy has fallen asleep, so I kiss her on the head and then cover her with a blanket.
I love my girl to pieces, but she is thegrouchiestperson when she’s tired. I grab my book and sit in the chair to read. Brady will take her up to bed when he gets here.
I can’t wait to see him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BRADY
“Right here.” I’m standing with all my siblings and my parents, showing them where I’d like to build the house, and they’re all just smiling at me like I’m…cute.
It’s a little unsettling.
“Did you guys hear me?”
“Oh, Bubba,” Mom says, linking her arm through mine and then looking out over the land. “It’s the perfect spot for a home.”
“Why aren’t they talking?” I ask her, gesturing to the others.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” Remington says with a shrug. “I mean sure, you’ve got it bad for Abbi, but I didn’t think you’d take it this far.”
“I’m in love with her,” I correct him, holding his gaze. “I want a life with her, and yeah, I’m taking one hell of a chance because the season has barely started and anything can happen, but?—”
“Life’s short,” Dad puts in, cutting me off. “If you love the girl,loveher. I think it’s great. You don’t need our permission. The land’s yours, Brady.”
“Well, I need to make sure that Rem doesn’t have plans for this piece and that neither Millie nor Ryan had their eyes on it.”
“I don’t need it,” Rem says right away.
“Me neither,” Ryan agrees, grinning at me. “Mill?”
“Nope,” she puts in. “Looks like it’s all yours, big brother.”
I let out a breath, feeling nervous all over again as I rub my hands together and try to keep the butterflies under control.
It’s not working. The butterflies are suddenly mutants.
“You’ll need to have power and water brought out this way,” Dad says, thinking it over. “And a septic. It’s raw land, but it’s doable.”
“Do you have an architect?” Ryan asks.
“No, but I bet you have several.”
“Yeah, I have people we can use,” he agrees and pulls out his phone to make notes. That’s Ryan, always ready to put a plan into action.
“I’msohappy for you,” Mom says again and squeezes my arm. “When are you getting married?”
I frown down at her. “I haven’t asked her yet.”
Mom’s eyes narrow. “Are you telling me that you asked her to build a house with you but didn’t say anything about marriage?”
“No, I told her that she’d get the ring and all the romantic stuff later.”
