Undeniable (Cloverleigh Farms #2)(113)

I looked him right in the eye and stripped my soul bare. “I was prepared to give you everything seven years ago. And you broke my heart.”

He nodded slowly, accepting the truth.

“But you’ve always had a piece of it,” I whispered as my throat closed up again.

“I’m never giving it back.” He crushed his lips to mine and gently tipped me backward, and we lay skin to skin, making out and whispering in the dark like the teenagers we used to be. Eventually, we slid inside his sleeping bag and held each other as we drifted off to sleep, my head on his chest.





When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the tent. For a moment, I panicked—he left me again. Then I noticed all his stuff was still there and figured he must have gone to the bathroom or something. But when he didn’t return after a couple minutes, I threw on the first clothing I could find, stuck my flip-flops on my feet, and went outside.

The morning air was crisp and cool, the woods damp, and I went back into the tent to grab my sweatshirt before heading down to the beach. Something told me that’s where Oliver would be.

I saw him as soon as I stepped out from the trees and onto the bluff. He was sitting in the sand, facing the water with his arms draped over his knees. Zipping up my sweatshirt, against the slight chill, I made my way down the dune.

“Morning,” I said, dropping onto my knees in the sand next to him.

“Hey. What are you doing up so early?” His hair was sticking out in every direction, and he quickly tried to fix it.

I put my hands in it, messing it up again. “Don’t. I like it messy. It’s cute.”

He grinned and pulled me in front of him, settling me between his legs, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. “Sleep okay?”

“I guess. Camping is fun, but I’m not gonna lie, I prefer a nice hotel.”

He kissed my shoulder. “Same.”

I hooked my hands over his forearms. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Okay enough.”

“How long have you been down here?”

“Not too long.” He paused. “I was a little restless this morning. Thinking about a lot of things. I didn’t want to wake you.”

We were silent for a couple minutes, watching the waves roll in. “When I woke up and noticed you were gone, I got a little nervous,” I said.

“Did you think I’d abandoned you in the woods?”

“For a moment.”

He pressed his lips to the side of my head. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

I squeezed his arms. “So what will we do today?”

“I was thinking about that. I thought maybe we’d hike around the east side of the island on our way back to the docks to grab the ferry.”

“Sounds good.”

“And then,” he went on, “I think we deserve a little celebration time. Alone.”

I leaned to one side and looked back at him over my shoulder. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. When we get back to the mainland, I’m going to call my mom and tell her we’ll be one more night. Then I’m going to make reservations for us to stay somewhere a little less rustic.”

My pulse raced a little. “Really?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Will your mom be upset?”

“I don’t care.” He kissed my temple. “I just got you all to myself, and I’m a selfish bastard. I don’t want to share.”

“What about your grandmother’s birthday?”

“She’ll still be ninety when we get there.”

I laughed. “Our families are going to flip out about this. Our mothers are going to gloat.”

“I don’t care. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Nothing else matters.”

“I’m happy.” I tipped my head back and rested it on his chest.





We ate some breakfast, packed up our campsite, and hiked around the east side of the island, reaching the docks before noon. We held hands almost the entire time. On the ferry ride, I rested my head on his shoulder and he kept a hand on my leg. When we got back to his car, he opened the passenger door for me and turned on the air conditioning before packing up the trunk with all our gear.

While he did that, I glanced in the visor mirror, cringing at my frizzy hat hair, sunburned nose, and sweaty face. I needed a shower, a blow dryer, and some serious time in the shade.

A hotel room would do nicely.

We grabbed lunch in Leland, and while we sat at the table, Oliver reserved a room at an inn not far from Sleeping Bear Dunes, where we’d once gone as kids together. Then he called his mother.

“Hey, Mom. Just wanted to let you know Chloe and I are going to be one more night.” He paused, holding the phone tighter to his ear. Then he glanced at me. “Yes. She’s right here.” Another pause. “Yes. I’ll tell her.”

Tell me what? I wondered. And why was he looking a little nervous?

“No! You can talk to her later.” His tone was vehement.

Talk to me? Why on earth would his mother want to talk to me right now?

Then he rolled his eyes. “Same here, Mom. I know. We’re looking forward to seeing you too. It’s only one extra night.”

I sipped my iced tea, laughing when he made a jabbering gesturing with his hand, as if his mother wouldn’t stop talking. My mom was the exact same way.