Undeniable (Cloverleigh Farms #2)(125)

Slapping him on the chest, I lowered my leg and he caught it, tucking it between his. “And for another,” I went on, “it felt like a good reminder that I should look before I leap and all that. It’s a lesson I needed to learn. I’ve always been too hot-headed and impulsive.”

“But I love that about you.” He threw an arm over my hip and pulled me flush against him. “Don’t change.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I’m still that girl on the roof. You dare me to jump, I jump—but you better come with me.”

He smiled. “You jump, I jump.”

With my heart about to burst from my chest, I looped my arm around his neck and pulled him on top of me. It felt like I’d never be able to get enough of this new Oliver, who had all the best of the old Oliver but who’d matured and changed in ways I could never have anticipated. My feelings for him were ballooning quickly—it was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

“Oliver,” I said breathlessly, when he was inside me again and I felt the last rope tethering my heart to my chest begin to fray. “Tell me it’s different this time. Tell me I have nothing to be afraid of.”

He picked up his head and looked me right in the eye. “You have nothing to be afraid of. I promise. Everything is going to be perfect.”

I believed him.





Around eleven, we finally dragged ourselves from bed. Oliver held my hand as we walked to breakfast in the warm July sun, and I felt an inner calm I hadn’t felt in a long time—maybe forever.

But in contrast, Oliver actually seemed a little nervous about something. He kept checking his watch, clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. Over eggs and pancakes, I caught him staring into space with a concerned expression on his face.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“What? Oh, yeah. Fine.” He gave me his usual cocky grin and took another bite of his omelet.

But it happened again while we were waiting for the check. “Hey.” I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes. “What’s going on in there? Something is on your mind.”

He frowned. “Sorry. I think it’s just the family thing. I’d rather hang out with you but we have to head to Harbor Springs pretty soon.”

“It’s fine, Oliver. We’ll hang out there for a couple days, and then we can leave. I really don’t mind.”

“Yeah.”

“We should probably head down to Detroit so you can show me around the distillery, right? I mean, I am the majority owner now.” I gave his foot a little kick under the table.

That made him smile. “Right. Hey want to walk around the dunes a little more before we hit the road?”

“Sure. If you don’t think your mom will be upset we’re coming later.”

“We’ll make it in time for dinner, and that’s good enough.”

A walk around the dunes turned into another romp in the sack, and we didn’t get out of bed until the management banged on the door at three o’clock.

Laughing, we quickly got dressed and hit the road.

“Need anything from home?” he asked me as we approached Traverse City. “We can easily stop.”

“No. I have everything I need, and we’re late already.”

“Are you sure?” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I don’t mind stopping. Hell, maybe we should skip the cottage altogether and just spend the night alone.”

“We can’t do that,” I chided. “Your parents are expecting us, Oliver. Let’s just get there.”

He sighed. “Fine.”

For a little while, we listened to music and talked about the rye and what steps we’d have to take in terms of the business on paper. Oliver seemed in good spirits, relaxed and happy. But gradually, he went silent, and I noticed the nervous rubbing of his neck again. The furrowed brow. The tight grip of his hand on the wheel.

I wanted to ask him about it, but I didn’t want to be annoying. Family dynamics were complicated, and spending time with everyone under one roof could be stressful. Maybe that’s all it was.

Around five o’clock, we drove up the long, winding driveway at his parents’ place. There were several other cars parked in front of the house, and Oliver pulled up next to the last car in the row and turned off the engine.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, but before I could open the door, Oliver put a hand on my leg and cleared his throat. “Chloe, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

He turned to me and took my hand. “First, I want to say that the past two days have been amazing. I’ve never been so excited about my life.”

“Me neither.”

“Like I said, this thing with you and me was not part of my plan when I drove up here, but it was the best surprise ever. I feel like I’ve been given a second chance I don’t deserve, but I’m taking it all the same.”

I smiled. “You better.”

“And I’ve meant every single word I’ve said. I need you to know that.”

My stomach flipped over. Not in a good way. “Okayyy.”

“Before we go in there—”

“Is that my parents?” Another car had pulled up next to us on the driver’s side, and I could have sworn it was my father at the wheel and my mother in the front seat. It looked like their Cadillac too.