“Gimme that.” Libby snatched the papers and unrolled them. All the blood drained from her face and she wilted against the wall as she flipped through the pages. “No. No. No! This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Then how did it?”
Silence.
“Libby?”
“Last Friday, I’d given up hope. I thought you didn’t care—”
“I remember that conversation. We’ve been through this.”
“You don’t know this part. Earlier that day I signed the Complaint paperwork. I put it in my outbox, intending to mail it…and then you were waiting for me in the parking lot. Since I was out of town this week, someone at the school must’ve thought they were doing me a favor and sent it off.”
“Some favor.”
“This wasn’t what I wanted.” Libby looked at him beseechingly. “You have to believe me. I forgot all about it. Especially after we spent the weekend trying to work things out.”
“Did we work things out, Libby?”
“Yes!”
Relief like he’d never felt swept through him. “So if you would’ve gone into the library on Monday?”
“I’d have ripped this into shreds.” Her chin wobbled. “God, Quinn, I’m so sorry. You probably were thinking all sorts of horrible thoughts about me.”
Quinn pulled her into his arms. “Never. I was just mighty confused and needed to get to the bottom of it straightaway, since we talked about not keepin’ things from each other.”
“So you…?”
“I hopped in my truck and headed for Cheyenne right after Cam dropped it off this mornin’.”
“Your cousin delivered this to you?” She cringed. “That oughta be fodder for the McKay gossipmongers.”
“Since it was official business, I doubt he’ll say anything.” He swallowed his pride. “But I wouldn’t mind reassurance from you that it ain’t gonna be grist for the mill.”
She tipped her face up to look at him. “Like?”
“Like…do you still love me?”
“Of course I still love you. I never stopped loving you.”
“Say it again.”
Libby stood on her tiptoes and peppered his face with kisses. “I love you. Love, love, love you, with my heart, my soul, my everything. Quinn McKay, you are my everything, and if you think for one moment I’m ever letting you go, after all we’ve been through—”
Quinn dipped his head and kissed her. For a good long time.
When they broke apart, she murmured, “My roommate is in a class right now. Wouldn’t it be fun to mess around? Especially when there’s a chance we’ll get caught?”
“Sounds like my kinda fun.” Fun. That reminded him. “What did you mean when you said you thought it’d be a fun surprise and we’d never done anything like it?”
Color tinged her cheeks. “Oh. When I saw those papers, I thought you’d found the tropical island ‘couples only’ getaway packages I’d printed out on Sunday. I wanted to tempt you into taking a real vacation, just you and me, the sand and the sea.”
Quinn brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Is that another one of your untold fantasies? Jetting off to a tropical island?”
“Only if it’s jetting off with you.”
“Then the week after you get outta school for the summer, we’ll hop on a plane and be sippin’ drinks on the beach by sunset. You can call it a fantasy. I’ll call it our second honeymoon.”
“Really? You’d do that for me? Even though you hate to fly?”
Quinn touched her, the woman he’d loved most his life, the woman who was his everything, the woman who loved him enough to give him a second chance. “Libby, I love you. I’d do anything for you. I wanna make you happy. I want us both to be happy. Not just for a week, or for a weekend, but for the rest of our lives. Let’s go home.”
Libby stepped back and gave him a wicked grin. “Right after we test the bounce factor of the mattress in my room.”
Yep, he was really grateful for second chances.