At that mention, he bolts toward the door, and when I open it, my jaw drops.
FALLON
Where the hell is he?
I'm freezing my ass off on Levi's deck.
Why did I think this was a good idea?
Oh right, I’m trying to be romantic, and well, right now, it feels like a whole lot of bullshit.
What's taking him so long?
I know he read my email fifteen minutes ago when I peeked into his front window.
And yes, that makes me sound like theobsessive murder-ytype, but I tried to time this perfectly, and he's ruining it.
Time for plan B.
I brought a dog whistle just in case I needed a little help from Dasher.
Here goes nothing.
When I blow it, Dasher barks. Then I do it until I hear his paws dancing across the hardwood flooring. I suppress a laugh when Levi yells for him to chill out. My heart races when the shuffling of his feet comes closer.
Finally.
Dasher will get all the treats for being the goodest boy.
“Okay, relax! Dasher! Chill out. Let's go outside.”
When Levi opens the door, Dasher immediately spots me and jumps up. Levi's eyes widen.
“Fallon?”
“Hey.” I smile, trying to push Dasher off me.
“Wh-What are you doing here?” Levi asks, shocked.
“Getting frostbite, apparently.”
“Jesus. Come inside.” He grabs my hand and pulls me in, then shuts the door behind us. “Your face is so cold.” He cups my cheeks, and I lean into his warmth.
“You took forever reading my email,” I murmur. “In hindsight, I should’ve just knocked.”
“Fuck, I'm sorry. I got a little emotional, and then Dasher lost his shit.”
I hold up the whistle and smirk. “I needed his help.”
He shakes his head with amusement. “So you really quit your job?”
“Yep. Handed in my last assignment yesterday and flew in this morning.”
“I can't believe you're here.” Our mouths crash together, and he twists his tongue with mine. “I've missed you so fucking much.”
“I missed you too,” I tell him as he presses his forehead to mine. “I couldn't walk away from the love of my life.”
He pulls back.