“Unless it’s your ass, then I’m not really interested.”
“We’ve got the rest of our lives for you to enjoy my ass,” I quipped. “This is important.”
I stood up and set my tea mug down on the patio table. I slid into a pair of Crocs that rested just outside the sliding glass door and then took Slash’s hand in mine and led him across the lawn.
“Another piñata?” Slash teased. “This one better have candy.”
“No piñata,” I said, but I didn’t say more.
We walked to one corner of our property. We had a few acres in the other direction, but this spot was still close to the house, which was why I’d chosen it. The earth had been newly churned, and a sapling had been planted, along with tiny white flowers.
Slash didn’t say anything for a long moment as he stared at the seedling. When he did finally speak, his voice sounded like a croak. “You planted a hazel tree and daisies.”
My hand tightened on his. “I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to choose between your past or your future. You can have both. You can have us both, Slash.”
He dragged me into his arms and then his fingers plowed into my tangled hair. I tilted my face up to meet his gaze and he skimmed his thumb along my jaw.
“Woman,” he said.
I curled into him, breathing him in, breathing in the morning air, the promise of a new day. The promise of a beautiful life together.
And when his hand settled on my belly, I knew I was finally home.