“Uh. Cerys and Liam’s wedding is the twenty-second so the week before?”
“Right.” I stand and glance around the room. “I should write this down.”
Sky laughs at me. “What? In case you forget?”
I grab her arms and pull her up from the sofa to face me. “No, so I can get you to sign the bottom of the page, and I’ll have evidence to show when you change your mind.”
“I’m not going to change my mind, Dylan,” she says softly. “We plan, we choose quiet and small, and we do this.”
“Absolutely,” I whisper and tip Sky’s chin. Her clear blue eyes look back and the invasive world she talks about melts away.
Sky winds her arms around my neck and presses her lips against mine, and my body flows with the same happiness as the cold, windy day Sky agreed to marry me. Today she’sreallyagreed she’ll marry me, and the shadow of Lily disappears. I hold Sky’s head gently, savouring her and this moment. Her soft curves pressing against me and inevitably send my thoughts in a different direction, the love for her spilling out in a harsher kiss and desire to connect. I belong to this woman, and I want to show her how much.
“Right, so what was it you wanted to talk about?” Sky asks, grabbing my hands away from her ass.
“Nothing. I want to go back to bed,” I whisper and leave kisses along her neck, moving downwards.
“I just showered!”
“And?” The relaxed happiness in the face of my summer girl deserves to stay, and not be wiped away by the past. But I promised no more secrets. “Okay. Please don’t freak out.”
Sky steps back. “What? What did you do? Oh god, please don’t tell me you’ve told someone about the baby!”
“No. No.” I pull the torn squares from my pocket and Sky frowns at them. “Have you heard from her?”
“Heard from who? What’s that?” She points.
“Shit, Sky. Okay. Lily sent us... me a card.”
“What card?” She grabs at the torn squares in my hand. “Dylan? What did it say?”
“Nothing much.”
“Did she threaten you or…?” Her panicked expression I wanted to avoid spoils our moment.Fuck. Big mouth. Next time? Keep it shut, Dylan. “No. Nothing like that. I wasn’t going to tell you, but we said no more secrets.”
“I wish you’d shown me before you tore apart the note, or at least kept it to show the police.”
“Police? What the hell? One card, Sky.”
She frowns and grabs a handful. “One card for now. You don’t seriously believe she’ll stop there, do you? You have a short memory.”
“And you haven’t heard from her?”
“No! I’d tell you if I had. Is this the first time she’s contacted you since... well, last time.” Sky slumps back onto the sofa.
“Yes. And this will be the bloody last,” I mutter.
For a moment Sky stares ahead, chewing a nail. “Well, I’m not scared of Lily. She’s not controlling my life with fear.”
But I’m not sure Sky’s truthful, and I won’t tell her stories about weird fans from the past. The problem is, Lily isn’t a weird fan. She goes much further than that, and I have no idea what her game is.