The Summer Getaway: A Novel(122)
She looked into his dark eyes and prepared to lay her heart bare.
“I didn’t come back for the inventory, Mason. I came back for you. Before, you asked me a question, and I didn’t have an answer. That wasn’t about my feelings so much as everything going on. There was too much, too fast. Practically everyone I know following me here, losing Lillian, having Jase show up in what can only be described as a boneheaded move. I couldn’t answer you before because I needed to be sure. I am now.”
She spoke clearly, so he wouldn’t misunderstand. “I’m in love with you. You’re a wonderful man, and being around you makes me feel safe and happy and strong. I want us to have a future together, and I’m hoping you want the same.”
He stood and glared at her. “You need to stop talking. If you propose to me, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Not exactly the response she’d been looking for. “Why are you mad?”
“I’m not mad.” He walked away two steps, then turned back to face her. “Dammit all to hell, Robyn. I’m not spending the rest of my life knowing you proposed.”
He looked so serious, she thought, genuinely confused by his annoyance. Had she been wrong about him? Didn’t he love her? “I thought you believed in equality between the sexes.”
“I do. You know I do, but don’t propose.”
“Because you don’t love me and don’t want to marry me?”
He swore silently, closed the distance between them and pulled her to her feet.
“You know I love you. If Harlow didn’t tell you, you’re smart enough to have figured it out for yourself. I practically follow you around like a puppy. I worship you, Robyn. You’re more than a fantasy. You’re real, and for reasons I can’t begin to figure out, you’re claiming you love me.”
Relief made her smile. “Not claiming. I mean it. I love you, Mason.”
“Hot damn.”
He kissed her, then pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I love you, too. All of you, for as long as I’m able to breathe. I’ve been looking for you my whole life. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll make it happen.” One corner of his mouth turned up. “In and out of bed.”
“I’ll do the same,” she promised. “Always. You’re my fantasy and my hero. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m going to be grateful we’re together every single day.”
He buried his fingers in her hair, then kissed her again. A slow, melting kiss that had her wondering how far it was to either of their bedrooms. Before she could suggest they head in that direction, he drew back.
“So, about that proposal,” he said. “I’d like to marry you, but if you don’t want to go in that direction, I’m fine with it. But I do want us to build a house together. It’s gonna need to be big, what with you having fifteen cats.”
She smiled. “Fourteen. You were keeping Charles II.”
“You’re right. Fourteen of your cats and one of mine. We might need some kind of permit for that many of them.”
“I was thinking we’d talk to a local rescue facility and see if we can rehome a few of them.”
“There’s an idea.”
She touched his face. “Yes, Mason, I’ll marry you.”
“Don’t say that!” He took a step back. “I wasn’t proposing. I want to do that right. I was just asking if you wanted to do that. I’ll propose later. Like at sunset, with roses and champagne.”
“I had no idea about this whole traditional thing. It’s kind of sexy.”
“You’re not taking me seriously,” he grumbled. “You wait. You’ll be blown away.”
“I will be, I promise.”
“I can’t believe you said yes. Just like that. It’s disheartening.”
She laughed. “That is so sad. How can I make it up to you?”
He took her by the hand and started for the stairs. “I think you know exactly how.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
epilogue
THREE DAYS BEFORE escrow closed on Lillian’s house, Robyn walked through the mostly empty downstairs. Over the past year, she’d moved out hundreds of pieces of furniture and artwork. A sizeable majority of it had been sold to larger museums around the world, while dozens of pieces had been donated to small, regional museums that could never afford to buy the various items. The rest of it was in a massive warehouse she’d leased in preparation for opening her business in two months.
The remodel of Lillian’s, as she’d decided to name her new antique store, was moving ahead. She had a great location on State Street, with nearby parking and lots of foot traffic. Although most of the pieces were exceptional and pricey, she would have plenty of inventory for the tourist crowd.
She’d made sure to leave nearly a hundred items for the historical society. Most of the bedroom sets were in place, along with plenty of artwork, dishes and a half dozen clocks. The telescope was still on the roof, and beautiful handmade rugs were scattered around.
But for today, all that had been taken to other rooms. The main sitting room was set up with rows of chairs facing the perfect ocean view. Huge floral arrangements defined the space for the ceremony, while the foyer, dining room and library had been filled with tables and chairs. The catering staff was already setting up for the meal service.