Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,102
mauled for once, princess.”
When I reached out for him, Ross pushed off the vehicle, wedged his way through the masses, and took my hand. With his arm banded possessively around my waist, Ross smiled as I introduced him to my mountain family. Daisy, Hope, and Rose shamelessly flirted with him, but Ross simply announced that he was madly in love with me. While not especially gracious or loving, I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for their crestfallen expressions. In actuality, I couldn’t blame them for trying to catch Ross’s eye. Compared to the available men in Gaia Garden, he was a rose among dandelions.
“Come, let me show you what we’ve done,” Dad exclaimed, then paused and nodded toward our luggage. “Jeb and Tate, will you please carry their bags to Haniel House?”
How apropos, I thought arching my brows at Dad.
“Haniel House? What’s that?” Ross asked.
“Haniel is the archangel of magic and nurturing,” I began. “She helps others realize their full potential, and ironically, her crystal is the…moonstone.”
Ross smirked and bent his mouth in close to my ear. “I think I’ve proven my full potential to you, numerous times.”
A naughty thrill raced up my spine as I softly murmured back, “Yes, you have. And I can’t wait to feel every glorious inch of your potential again.”
“Soon, princess. Very, very soon.” Ross winked.
Though I sensed Dad knew we were whispering naughty things, he simply smiled before turning his full attention on showing us all the updates. The new structures were each named after an archangel. Single men and women each had their own house, while families occupied the first and second floors of dozens more. Dad showed us the clinic, the enormous dining hall/meeting room, as well as the new art center and textile facility. He showed Ross the garden, the various barns that housed some of our animals, and the massive metal-framed structure where the various types of cheeses were produced.
When Dad was called away by a man on the construction crew, I clasped Ross’s hand and led him up the path toward the top of the mountain. We’d made it nearly halfway when his phone began to ring. Slowing to a stop, he glanced at the screen and smiled as he answered.
“Hey, Angie. What’s up?” Ross paused and seconds later his eyes grew wide. “Hold on. I’m putting you on speaker. Harmony’s got to hear this.” Pulling the device from his ear, he pressed a button and grinned. “Okay, start over.”
“Hey, girl,” Angie called to me. I could feel the excitement in her voice. “I was just telling Ross that, while you all are on tour, Bernie and I are going to hook up with you guys in Vegas.”
“Oh, that will be fun.” I smiled.
“Tell her why,” Ross prompted.
“We’re getting married,” Angie squealed.
“Oh, my gosh. That’s fantastic.”
“I should have introduced you and Bernie eons ago,” Ross said with a laugh.
As Angie continued gushing about Bernie’s proposal, I felt not only the level of her unbridled joy but also the depth of relief and genuine happiness flowing off Ross. In many ways, the two had saved one another.
The universe was making great things happen. I knew that life was a fluid, never-ending circle, and that time marched on. New chapters were written every day and scored into our hearts. I was beyond happy for Angie and Bernie and sent up a little prayer, hoping Ross and I might be lucky enough to find the same eternal happiness.
After promising to touch base with Angie again soon, Ross ended the call and we made our way to the big, flat rock by the stream. The special place I spent most of my free time. The exact same rock I’d been leaning against when I heard Ross singing to me in my dream.
And as we looked out from the peak to the majestic tree-lined valleys below us, I drank in the awe lining Ross’s face.
“This is crazy,” he whispered.
“Crazy pretty, isn’t it?”
“No, I mean crazy spot on.”
“Spot on to what?”
“My dream,” he murmured.
“Wait. You dreamed about the mountain?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, finally peeling his eyes from the verdant vista. “I dreamt of this exact spot the first night we made love.”
“Seriously? Wow. That’s never happened before,” I whispered. “I might have dream telepathy, too.”
“What does it mean?”
“It means I’m tuned in to you.” I grinned, then leaned up and kissed him.
“Do you ever have X-rated dreams I can join in on?”