I smooth my trembling hand over his jaw, still trying to process the sudden turn of events. This is the second time my life has been turned upside down on this front porch. Only this time, I think I already know what my answer will be. Because I’d do anything to try and make it work with him. Holy shit. “Like it?” he murmurs, covering my idle hand with his. “Yes, but you need to grow the beard back.” His lips stretch into a wide grin “Well, what do you know?” “Not the yeti beard. The hot Viking one.” He makes a sound.
