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“You drove all the way back for my birthday?”

I smile. “Don't let it go to your head.”

He lets out a breath. “Jesus, Becks.”

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

But he kisses me again. And this time, I feel him smiling against my mouth.

Behind us, Darcy meows.

Bishop pulls back. “Yeah, yeah. We know you're here.”

I laugh.

He takes the carrier with one hand and the pie with the other.

“Come on.”

“Where?”

“Kitchen.”

“Why?”

He glances over his shoulder.

“Because apparently I've got a birthday to celebrate.”

And for the first time since leaving Evergreen, I stop worrying about what tomorrow might bring.

Tonight, I came home to Bishop.

And judging by the way he keeps looking at me, he's pretty

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

BISHOP

I've had a lot of surprises in my life.

Getting drafted by Chicago.

Being named captain.

Finding out the kid who used to steal my fries and call me Ken Doll had somehow grown into the woman currently standing barefoot in my kitchen.

But this one might be my favorite.

Delaney Beckett drove three hours on Thanksgiving to bring me pumpkin pie.

And she has absolutely no idea what that means to me.

She's standing at the counter unpacking containers from a grocery bag, talking about how Mrs. B insisted I needed real food and how her dad apparently tried to send half the leftover turkey home with her.

I hear maybe half of it. The rest of my attention is on her.