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I glance down at my outfit as I step out of my parked car. A black sweater-material skirt, silky tartan button-down, and a pair of brown heeled loafers with a pretty brogue toe are probably a ridiculous choice for the setting. Even though this outfit slays.
I have no problem with hunting, not the type of hunting that’s done responsibly anyway, but I’m such a city girl that the sight of this majestic animal hanging up in the house makes me a little sad about the deer and whatever end he might have faced.
There’s something about a man who is damn good at what he does that holds an appeal for me. Every step is sure. Practiced. Full of confidence.
Rhett: Can you fuck off now? Beau: Sadly, no. You’re stuck with me forever. Don’t die out there tonight! Rhett: What if that was the last thing you ever said to me? Beau: Then I’d think to myself: if only Rhett had listened to my good advice.
Anytime he sees me potentially moving on, he swoops in. I used to think it meant I had a chance to get him back. Now, I’m old enough to know it’s his power play, it’s how he keeps me in line. Under his thumb.
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
“What the hell is the cowboy hat rule?” “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
“I’m against hitting women myself, but I fully support you decking your sister.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of.” “Maybe not. But that man wears his love for you on his sleeve for the entire world to see. And he doesn’t give a shit who sees it. He’d scream it from the mountain tops if you asked him to. It’s written all over him. And you definitely need that.”
We spent weeks together. Traveling. Working out. Eating. He gave me his last chicken wing and let me warm my feet on him without complaint.
“I love you too. And I don’t need to ride tonight. Or ever again. Hearing that from your lips is the biggest win of my life.”
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
