Little Red - Page 72

“I love him,” I say, unable to hide my smile.

She smiles. “I know, and he loves you. I see it in the way he responds to you. He’s always aware of where you are and he becomes a different man when he’s around you. I’m happy for both of you. When is the proper wedding planned?”

I look out over the property. This place would be perfect for a wedding, and one day, it will happen. But first, we have to deal with Thomas Wolfe.

“It will happen when the time is right.” I stare down at the pink diamond resting on my finger.

The sound of crunching tires coming along the driveway has our heads turning. The butterflies in my belly kick up again. It’s a habit now when I know it’s Hunter. I miss him when he’s away, even though I know he won’t be gone for very long.

“He might have some news on Landon,” I say, rising from my seat. I take the flowers in and divide them up among the three graves. Mom helps, then we wrap our arms around each other and make our way back to the house.

Hunter comes running up to me with a brilliant, wide grin.

“Landon has woken up. He’s going to be all right. I also think his doctor is smitten with him. She’s become this hound, shooing everyone away to give him his rest.”

I grin. The heaviness that has been resting on my chest since he took that bullet for me finally lifts. I release Mom and step into Hunter’s arms. “She’s doing her job, and I’m so relieved he’s okay.” My throat thickens with emotion.

Hunter loosens his arms around me. “Morning, Miriam.”

“Morning, Hunter. I’m happy to hear your friend is okay.” She doesn’t stop but keeps walking back to May, who is on the porch.

Hunter’s gaze falls to mine. “I’m so glad he’s going to be all right.”

“Me too.”

He sweeps his fingers along my cheeks, cupping my face. “I love you, Little Red.”

“I love you too.”

He presses his lips to mine, and at this moment, everything is perfect. One day, the storm clouds will come again, but for now, the sun is shining, and my world is finally coming together in a way I never imagined.

THE END . . . FOR NOW