Absolutely miraculous.
I pulled in breath and turned my head to look back at Chace, noting his unruly curls resting on the scarf wrapped around his neck.
So of course I had to reach out, grab one and tug.
Then I watched as he grinned into his coffee mug.
Yes.
Absolutely.
Miraculous.
*
Two and a half months later
“Jesus, Faye, only so much Spam a man can eat.”
We were in the grocery store and we were bickering.
I looked from the cans in my hands to Chace, “It’s nearly Christmas.”
“Yeah. So?” he asked.
“Even Outlaw Al needs something special for Christmas,” I informed him then threw the two cans of Spam to join the four cans already in our cart which were jockeying for position with a variety of other canned meat, beans and cat food that wouldn’t go to Starbuck and Apollo.
“I should have never told you about him,” Chace muttered, hooking a finger in the end of the cart and firmly pulling it down the aisle.
I made no reply since he was wrong and he’d only disagree with me, put my hands to the handle and followed.
“By the way,” he said over his shoulder, “saw the bags.”
My heart clenched.
“What bags?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t found my present stash for him because that would suck fraking huge.
He stopped and thus stopped the cart and me.
“She’s not even a year old.”
I felt my brows draw together and asked, “Who?”
“Ella. You got her, like, seven outfits.”
Well, that was good. He found Ella’s presents. Not his. Also good, since I hadn’t hidden Ella’s presents so this meant he wasn’t snooping (I hoped).
It was my turn to say, “Yeah. So?”
“Darlin’, Lexie already outfits her like she’s an American Princess. You do not need to assist in her endeavors.”
“It’s her first Christmas!” I snapped.
“She’s not gonna remember it.”
“So? I like baby clothes and she’s the only baby I know.”
“Jesus,” he muttered, beginning to move us along.
I followed him noting he was going at a good clip through the canned food section.
Oh well, Outlaw Al was going to eat well all the way into the new year with what I’d already nabbed.
Chace turned the corner and guided us up the aisle, my hand darting out whenever we passed something we needed and tossing it into our cart. Since I was actually paying attention to shopping and my man wasn’t, I ran into the cart when he stopped it and I didn’t notice.
He was staring ahead and I looked around him to see a few people in the aisle, no familiar faces so I looked at the back of his head.
“Chace?”
He turned to me.
“You were standing right where you are now. I was at the end of the aisle.”
I quit breathing.
Oh God. Oh God.
Chace kept talking.
“Near on eight years and I’m finally in this aisle, shoppin’ with you.”
Well, actually, we’d been in this aisle together dozens of times over the past months.
Still.
“Honey,” I whispered.
“Don’t know why folks need diamonds and pearls, fur coats, first class tickets, island adventures when simple shit like this is the best thing you could ever do.”
He was absolutely right.
Kind of.
I licked my lips.
Then I asked, “Is it bad that I wouldn’t mind an island adventure with you?”
He studied me, warmth in his face before he said, “No.”
“And it’s not outlandish to think that perhaps your mother will buy me a fur coat for Christmas,” I noted. “So, um, you’ve given me a diamond, she’s given me pearls and diamonds so that just leaves first class tickets and I’m okay with coach.”
His lips twitched but I wasn’t joking. Valerie bought me expensive stuff all the time. It was sweet. It was over the top. But she started to get upset when I demurred so I stopped doing that and it was now tradition.
He moved from his end of the cart to my end of the cart, stopped in front of me, lifted a hand to slide the hair off my shoulder and curled his fingers around my neck.
Then he dipped his face close and muttered, “Only my girl says the word ‘outlandish’.”
“It is in the English language, Chace. I didn’t make it up. I’m sure others say it too,” I told him, going for tartly but it came out breathily because he was close, his face was still warm but his gaze was intense.
“How embarrassed are you gonna be after I make out with you in the spot where I first saw you?”
Oh my.
“Um… you say that like it’s a given you’re going to do that,” I remarked.
“It is,” he replied.