Нора Робертс - Chasing Fire

“Wow.” He’d literally taken her breath away. “You’re really good at this.”

“I’ve been saving up.”

“I didn’t want to fall for anybody. It’s so messy. I’m so happy it was you. I’m so happy to love you, Gulliver. So happy to know I’ll have a life with you, a home, a family with you.” She pressed her lips to his. “But I want a bigger bed.”

“Big as you want.”

“Where are we going to put it? After the season, I mean.”

“I’ve been thinking about that.”

Naturally, she thought. “Have you?”

“First, I think I should get my pilot’s license. We’ll be doing a lot of zipping between Montana and California.”

He took her hand and, as she’d once seen her father do with Ella, gave their linked arms a playful swing.

“Maybe we’ll find a place between, but I’m fine setting down here most of the year.”

She cocked her head. “Because Missoula needs a family fun center?”

He grinned, kissing her knuckles as they walked again. “I’ve been doing some research on that.”

“I really do love you,” she told him. “It’s kind of astonishing.”

“I’m a hell of a catch. Really better than Olyphant. Where we dig in, that’s just details. We’ll work them out.”

She stopped and, trusting them both, linked her arms around his neck. “We’ll work them out,” she repeated.

“Hey!” L.B. shouted across the field. “Thought you’d want to know, they’ve got her contained. They caught her, and they’re taking her down.”

“Go Zulies,” Gull called back.

She grinned at him. More good news, she thought. They’d go in soon, give their own good news to her father, to their family.

But for now, she’d caught her own fire and wanted to walk awhile sharing the warmth of it, just with him, under the rising moon.