Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(60)

“I just thought that since Callie loved it so much that she could take it with her wherever she goes so she can feel close to home,” Lily said.

Callie carefully handed her mom the drawing and then she walked over to Lily and pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “You have no idea how much this means to me. I’ll treasure this always.”

Lily’s entire face warmed under the open and frank praise of the Colters. She smiled back at Callie. “I’m so happy you like it. It’s been so long since I’ve drawn something. I miss it,” she said wistfully.

“You’ll have whatever supplies you need tomorrow,” Dillon said fiercely. “Even if I have to drive to Denver to get them. I want you to make a list of everything down to what kinds of brushes, pencils and paints. You have an amazing talent, Lily. And it obviously makes you happy.”

“It does,” she said softly. “I didn’t remember how much until now.”

“Let’s eat,” Holly said, breaking the awkward silence. “Then you guys can take Lily home. She looks like she’s about to fall over.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

True to Dillon’s word, by the next afternoon, there were so many art supplies piled into his office at the house that Lily was at a loss as to where to start sorting.

“We need the extra bedroom, however, the office would make a perfect studio for you,” Dillon said as he carried in the last box. “Lots of natural light with the windows and skylights. As soon as we get Michael squared away with converting his house to the new clinic, we’re going to tackle the addition to this house.”

“I can totally take the couch,” Lily said. Then she blushed. “That is on the nights that I’m not with one of you.”

Dillon grinned. “Like that’s going to happen. We have enough bedrooms until we can add on. Someone will be the odd man out, and when you want us all out of your hair, then one of us can take the couch.”

“I’ll always want to be with y’all,” she said softly. “I don’t want to be alone. I’ve been alone for so long. I know what it’s like. I’m tired of being lonely.”

Dillon’s smile faded and his eyes dimmed as he pulled her into his arms. “You’ll never have to be alone again, Lily. You get to call the shots here. You can have as much or as little of us as you want. We’re never going to push you beyond your limits.”

She kissed him hungrily, snuggling further into his embrace. She loved the feel of the solid wall of muscle. He made her feel so protected and cherished. Loved.

“I’m going to leave you to it,” Dillon said. “Have fun with all your stuff and use as much of my space as you need. I need to run out to meet the dads at Michael’s right quick. They want me to eyeball their plans.”

“I’ll be fine. I tend to lose all sense of time when I’m messing with my art stuff. I’ll probably still be here when you get back.”

Dillon gave her a quick kiss, patted her on the ass and then walked out of the office.

With a satisfied smile, she turned in a circle. She really didn’t know where to start, but she was ready to dive in and immerse herself in the joy of putting to canvas the images that had sustained her during the long weeks and months on the streets.

“Dad, you got a minute?” Dillon asked Adam.

Adam put down his measuring tape and glanced at the doorway. “I assume since you waited until your brothers left the room to talk, this is a private matter?”

“Got it in one.”

“Take a walk with me,” Adam said.

The two went to the other side of the house and out the side door and into the yard that overlooked a small valley to the left.

“Everything going okay with Lily and your brothers?” Adam asked.

Dillon sighed. “Yeah. Really better than I’d imagined. To be honest, I gave this a snowball’s chance in hell of working, and if I’m being even more honest, there was a small part of me that didn’t want it to work out because I wanted her to myself. But it’s good. Bizarre good, but I can honestly say that I’m happy with the arrangement.”

“As long as you and your brothers…and Lily…are happy, son.”

Dillon fidgeted uncomfortably. “It’s not that. God, I sound like a first class wuss. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my dad, for God’s sake.”

Adam chuckled. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

“Back when you and the other dads met Mom. I know you’ve all said she was it. You knew she was the one. You never looked back, blah blah.”

“Well I wouldn’t call it blah blah,” Adam said dryly.

“But when did you know you loved her? Was it instantaneous? When did you tell her?”

Pain creased his dad’s face, and Dillon regretted bringing it up.

“No, I didn’t tell her right away,” Adam said quietly. “I waited until it was almost too late. I loved her. I knew I loved her but a part of me thought if I said it too soon that it somehow devalued it. Like it needed time to mean more.”

“Yeah, that’s the way I feel,” Dillon said. “I feel a little stupid thinking it, much less saying it. I’ve never believed it, falling in love so fast and hard. I know you and the other dads have talked about it, but to be honest, I always thought it was a bunch of mushy horseshit.”