"What the hell are we doing here?" I ask, looking over at him. "Did you even get a reservation?"
"Don’t need one." He opens the door and steps out, and before I have a chance to open my own door, he’s there, pulling it open for me to step out.
"I don’t think you can just show up when you want to," I grumble when I get out of the car, and he fishes keys out of his glove box. I look around, seeing that it’s as dark as it was that night, if not darker, since there are no lights on in the house. "I think we are trespassing."
He closes the box and then the car door. "No trespassing," he says before walking up the steps. "This is my house." I look at him with my mouth hanging open. "Bought it four years ago when I moved back." He unlocks the door. "It reminded me of you."
"You bought this house?" I point at the house. "Because it reminded you of me, and you were going to spend your wedding night in it?" I glare at him.
"That was never going to happen," he tells me. "She didn’t even know about this house. The only ones who knew about it were my sisters and my mother." He pushes open the door.
"I have no words for you, Travis," I say, both shocked and lovestruck.
"I have three words for you," he says. "Welcome home, Harlow."
Chapter 29
Travis
"Would you stop calling me?" I hiss into the phone when I pick it up. Looking over my shoulder, I see if Harlow is there. It’s a bit past noon, and I know she’ll be up any minute now.
"I’m only calling you because we want to let you know that it’s done and to know what time you’ll be coming," Shelby hisses back at me, and I look over my shoulder to see Harlow coming down the stairs dressed in one of my shirts.
"Later," I whisper into the phone. "Just be ready." I hang up, putting the phone facedown on the counter. "Morning," I greet, and she walks to me with one eye still closed.
"I called you," she says with a groggy voice. "Like three times." She wraps her arms around my waist. "Who were you on the phone with?"
"My mom," I lie to her and avoid looking at her. "Do you want coffee?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" She puts her head back, and I look down at her face and she gives me a shy smile. "I can’t believe it’s already noon."
"Go sit on the couch. I’ll bring you coffee," I say and she walks into the adjoining living room. She was not kidding when she said that her mother would have things delivered the next day. By the time we got back from the cabin the next morning and started unpacking, the truck showed up. Not only that, Olivia had hired people to come and stage the house along with unpack the boxes. I didn’t even know what to think but in a matter of four hours the house looked like it was out of a magazine, and for the first time it felt like a home.
I make the coffee while she gets on the couch and reaches for one of the throw cushions. It’s been a month that we’ve been living with each other, and it’s better than even I could imagine. She started at the clinic two weeks ago, and I was not wrong. She is way better than I will probably ever be. She goes through two patients while I’m still with one. "How did you sleep?" I grab the cups of coffee and walk toward her.
"Better if I woke up with you beside me and not a cold spot." She extends her hand to grab one of the coffee cups from me. She puts both hands on it, and just like every other time, she smells it before she takes a sip. "So good." She puts her legs on mine when I sit next to her. "It’s our first day off." She puts her elbow on the back of the couch, leaning her head on it. "What do you have planned?"
I swallow down and try to be cool, but the whole time, my mouth is suddenly dry, and I feel that I’m going to have word vomit. "I have to go and see something at the cabin. Then we can do whatever you like."
"I’d love to go to the farmers market," she says. "Someone said that the flowers are amazing."
"We can get dressed and go," I say, taking a sip of my coffee. My whole body is one big nerve. When she gets up and walks up the steps, I try to calm myself down.
"I have to shower," she says over her shoulder. "Care to join me?" She wiggles her ass just a touch as she walks up the steps, and she does not have to ask me twice. I leave my hot coffee on the table and run up the stairs two at a time, grabbing her from around her waist and carrying her to the shower.