“So, did that earn me cinnamon French toast?” she asked.
Nick stared at her.
Then he burst out laughing.
* * * * *
9:02 – The Same Sunday Morning
Standing at his kitchen counter with Livvie next to him, close, in the curve of his arm, he lifted to her mouth a fork full of the crunch coated, cinnamon French toast smothered in maple syrup that he’d made his girl.
When her lips closed around it, he slid the fork out. She chewed. He watched her eyes get big with happiness and wonder and she again meant more to him than she did the previous day…hell, the previous moment.
And she did this in a way that he knew every moment with her would give him that same feeling.
He wasn’t falling in love.
She had him.
He was hers.
She swallowed and instantly asked, “Can I blow you and jack you every morning for French toast?”
“Absolutely,” he answered just as instantly.
She pressed deep and dissolved into laughter.
Yeah.
Definitely.
Every moment with Livvie.
She gave him that same feeling.
In a way he knew.
He knew.
He knew she’d give him that now…
And forever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Who Do You Belong To?
Nick
5:45 – That Next Friday Evening
Nick sat in the aisle seat, staring ahead of him, only the stragglers that were sitting back in coach coming up the gangway.
Liv was not beside him.
An hour ago, she’d texted that she was on her way.
It did not take an hour to get from DTC to DIA.