Allison Brennan - Cutting Edge

He kissed her again.

“I have a little surprise.” He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her.

“What?”

He smirked. “Open it, or don’t you like presents?”

She stared at the envelope for a long minute. He pushed her chin up. “Don’t you dare cry on me Nora, it’s good news.”

“I know-I just don’t-nothing,” she ended abruptly.

“You don’t get a lot of presents, do you?”

She shook her head. “I’m being silly.”

“Open it.”

She did, and she stared with wide eyes. “What?”

“You can read.”

“It’s an airline confirmation receipt. Florida?”

“Look at page two.”

She flipped it over. “Hotel confirmation. The Disneyland Hotel?”

“Just a monorail ride from the park.”

“We’re going to Disneyland? When?”

“We leave in two days. Don’t tell me you can’t leave on the spur of the moment, because-”

“I wouldn’t. I can’t believe-I’m excited.”

“You are? Do you want to smile then? Because I can’t tell that you’re excited.”

She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly.

“Better?”

“Much.”

She sighed contently and rested her head on his shoulder. Duke smiled over her head, promising himself that he would give Nora presents and trips to fun places every chance he got.

“I learned something this week,” Nora said.

“That you love me?”

“Yeah, that too.” She kissed his neck.

“What else?”

“Home isn’t my house or your house or my things,” she said. “My entire life, I was looking for a place to be home. And it’s not a place at all. It’s a person. You’re my home, Duke. Wherever you are, I will be happy as long as I’m with you.”