Chapter 25: Lucky Me
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Chapter 25: Lucky Me
Seats 2A and 2B
4:18 P.M.
The pilot soon announced that we were beginning our descent into Sea-Tac, assuring us that the weather was a comfortable seventy-two degrees with some light rain, that Pike’s Market was as busy as ever, and that he could smell the city’s robust and flavorful coffee way up here in the clouds.
I settled my head on Cord’s shoulder and knew that I was going to be happy as his faithful lover—for the next few months, or years, or decades. Never would I stray from his side. My warm and fluttery gut told me that he’d offer me great things, a life filled with happiness. My mind drifted again as I let my eyes close, envisioning us spending perfect nights making love under the Stockton County stars. We’d hold each other until the dawn peeked over the distant horizon, lighting the world with a glow of yellow-white perfection that symbolized our relationship—
“You napping?” he asked in his sexy voice as he took my hand in his.
“No. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Our future together.”
“You see little adopted cowboys running around the ranch?”
I shared a chuckle with him and admitted, “Hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“I’m thinking ten kids,” he joked.
“Twenty would be nice.”
“Twenty,” he said, feigning shock.
“I don’t want to be alone when I’m old.”
He chuckled again and said, “You’re never going to get ‘old’ with me at your side.”
“I believe you.”
“Damn right, you believe me. You should. I know everything.”
“And you’re cocky.”
“I wear ‘cocky’ well, don’t you think,” he whispered, his eyes twinkling flirtatiously. “And you wear my c**k well.”
“That too, my friend.”
“Don’t you mean ‘lover,’ Bradley?”
“I do. Through all the good and all the bad, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
“Wow,” he said, “I think you just married me.”
“Practicing. Every guy has to practice when he wants to marry a cowboy.”
“Who says you’re going to marry a cowboy?”
“Not just any cowboy. I was thinking about you.”
“I’m liking this conversation,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
But I did stop. My cell buzzed at my hip. I untangled our hands and pulled it from my pocket. I looked at the screen and said, “It’s a text from Melanie.”
“Your best man—uh, maid of honor.”
“That be her.”
“What’s she want?”
I opened the message and read, “Where are you?”
“Hit her back and tell her that you’re in the clouds with your future cowboy husband.”
I looked at Cord, feeling my eyebrows draw together and my mouth open. I asked, “Are you proposing?”
“Not yet. But maybe soon.”
“I’m ready any time you are,” I admitted.
He laughed, a genuine laugh that made me think his proposal was coming soon. I was good with that. I replied to Melanie’s question with, “Almost to Seattle. With Cord. Think he wants to marry me.”
He was reading as I typed, and said, “I’m glad you have her as your best friend.”
I pressed Send and turned my attention back to the special guy at my side. I said, “You’re my best friend now.”
“Have I been demoted from lover to friend?”
I rubbed my head on his shoulder and sniggered, “Never.”
“You’re only saying that because you want to marry me.”
“That, too, cowboy. I’m an honest man from the sandy beach. I won’t deny it.”
“Which means you love me, right?” he asked, taking my hand again and giving it the sort of aggressive squeeze that I’d come to enjoy.
“I love you, Cord. Probably more than you know.”
He leaned his head onto mine, pressing his lips to my scalp and giving it a tender kiss. He sighed and confessed softly, warming my heart, “I do know, and I love you too, city boy.”
THE END
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