Packing Heat(211)

“Since what?”

“Since that night.”

“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said.

“Good. I have something for you.”

“What?”

He dropped down to one knee. My heart started hammering in my chest. “I figured I’d make a proper farmer’s wife out of you. What do you say?”

“Yes,” I gasped, staring down at the ring he held. “Yes, Travis. Oh my god, yes!”

He slipped the ring onto my finger. I was surprised that it actually fit. He wrapped me up into his arms and kissed me hard.

I wanted to be a farmer’s wife. I wanted to be his wife, my farmer, my SEAL, my bad boy. He was still a part of the Navy, but they were phasing him out of active duty, as per his request. He wanted to do something a little less life-threatening, he said, now that he had more than just his own life to worry about.

It was me and him. It was exactly what I wanted. The sun rose over the horizon, spilling beautiful morning sunlight across us as he kissed me hard beneath our peach trees.

“Now,” he grunted into my ear, “let’s work on getting a baby in you.”

I laughed and then fell into his kiss, lost in his body and his arms.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I was his, always would be his, no matter what.

I wanted him, all of him, as much of him as I could and more.