Part 47 (1/2)
I shrugged. ”Maybe he's just letting you think you've fooled him. Maybe he knows there's a reason why you lied, so he's letting it go.”
”Since Dad's psychic, maybe he can tell me when you're going to pick a date for the wedding,” he said, only half-teasing.
I slipped my hand under Tyler's T-s.h.i.+rt, running my fingertips up his chest. ”I thought you said you didn't care.”
”Of course I care, baby. I'm just not going to pressure you about it.”
Tyler's skin was warm under my hand, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I thought about when we first met, how sweaty and s.e.xy he had been, trading punches in my parents' gallery room. We had conquered heaven and h.e.l.l, fire and ice, and he'd stuck with me through it all.
”My mother seems to be very concerned about me affording the condo.”
”Yeah, but your dad's not worried.”
”If Taylor's going to be a dad ... won't he and Falyn need their own place?”
”Yeah, wow. I hadn't thought about that.”
”Maybe you should give them the apartment, and you move into the condo with me?”
Tyler turned onto his side and propped his head with his hand. ”What?” he said, suspicious.
I shrugged. ”You can pay half the rent. We can get married after fire season...”
Tyler's eyebrows shot up. ”After this fire season?”
”Too soon?”
He cupped my jaw, turning until his torso was hovering over me. ”Baby,” he said, pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue inside. I reached up his s.h.i.+rt, pressing my fingers into the muscles in his back.
”Like October? November?” he said against my lips.
I nodded.
He touched his forehead to mine, already emotional from the day. ”Are you f.u.c.king with me?”
”I don't need anything fancy, do you?” He shook his head. ”Pick a Sat.u.r.day.”
He scrambled for his phone, opening his calendar. ”November seventh. That way we're sure fire season is over, and maybe some of the guys will still be around.”
”Sounds great.”
”November seventh,” he repeated.
”Perfect.”
”Last chance to change your mind. I'm texting Dad,” he said, waiting for me to call his bluff.
I waited, amused.
He held his phone to his chest, closing his eyes. ”If you're bulls.h.i.+tting me, it's going to break my f.u.c.king heart.”
”Tyler Maddox!” I grabbed his phone, typed out the message, and sent it, turning the phone to show him. ”It's sent. It's a done deal. I'm your wife on November seventh.”
He touched my cheek with his hand, running his thumb along my jawline. ”You sure you're ready?”
”What is there to be afraid of? You've already seen my ugly side and loved me through it.”
”What if the situation was reversed?”
I bit my lip, staring at his. He was honest, he was strong, he was beautiful, and he was mine. ”You're not the only one who would walk through fire for what you love.”
He scanned my face, breathed out a laugh, and shook his head, pressing his lips against mine.