Epilogue
Dreams are funny things. They shift and morph the more you grow, Shelly thought as Josh’s truck rumbled to a stop in front of the padlocked gate.
On their way over here, he told her all about his dreams and what he’d been doing for the last few months.
Quite honestly, Shelly was left speechless.
She watched as he got out of the truck, walking around the front to unlock the gate. The man had bought her property.
Well, of course, it wasn’t hers, but he had put money down and bought the place she ran to for comfort and solace.
As he moved back to the driver’s side, climbing up into the truck, he gave her an almost shy grin.
“You okay?” he asked.
Shelly nodded before asking, “All this time, you’ve been here? That’s what you’re telling me?”
“Yeah.” He paused. He put the truck in gear, and it lurched forward. “I wanted to get away from Chicago. It’s never been for me. It’s too cold, and when we came down here…” He looked over to her. Shelly smiled at him as he continued softly, “Well, when we came here, I fell in love.” Reaching across the seat, he took her hand and touched the ring he’d just placed on her finger. “I fell in love with Savannah, with this property that has a river running down the back of it, and a beautiful big oak tree where I made love to my fiancée.”
Shelly took his hand that was on hers and brought it to her lips. She kissed his big knuckles, and then raised it to her cheek.
“So, then what?” she asked a little breathlessly.
As the truck took the final bend in the road, she looked out the windshield to see a small foundation and the start of walls and a roof being erected right behind the large oak. Shelly gasped and looked at Josh, who had stopped the truck and fully turned to her.
“So then, I started to build. I had no clue at first what I wanted to do. All I knew was I wanted to make something beautiful here—for you. I wanted you to be able to come back and visit your family, and if you wanted to, come down and stay by the river.”
Josh grinned and jumped out of the truck, making his way around to her side. He opened the door, and she got out, taking his hand when he extended it. They made their way over to the beginning of what looked to be a small-sized cottage, and then they stopped.
“It started as a hammock under this tree.” Josh turned to her and took her hands in his. “In fact, it started as a kiss under this tree. A kiss from a sweet girl called Georgia, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat. But then, my dream changed. Every time we talked, Shelly, every time I saw you and touched you, this grew in my head. I was building us a dream.”
He pulled her in close, and Shelly could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks.
All of this is just too good to be true.
The man, the house, the place she felt most at home, and yes, even the damn dog.
“I know you live in Chicago. I know our lives are there,” he told her as he kissed her nose. “But I want us to be able to come here whenever we want. Lay down on a blanket in the afternoon sun and make love. Unwind and dream together.”
Shelly looked up at the sweetest, sexiest man she had ever met and wondered how on earth she had ever let a day go by, let alone months and weeks, where he wasn’t close enough to touch.
Reaching up to wrap her arms around Josh’s neck, Shelly smiled into his warm eyes and asked, “But what do you dream for when you have everything you already want?”
She watched as his sexy smile widened across those delicious lips.
He conceded, “Good point.”
Standing up on tiptoes, Shelly kissed those lips softly and whispered in the best Southern accent she could dig up, “Oh, what a shame, sugah. Now, it just looks like you’ll have more time to unwind and make love to me in the afternoon sun.”
Clutching her in tight, Josh kissed her lips with a lot more force than she had. He whispered, “Oh now, that is a shame, Georgia. When do you think we can begin?”
Shelly answered on a soft sigh, “I’m thinking now, sugah. I’m thinking right now.”
With that, she found herself kissing her future husband under her dreaming tree and thinking of new dreams.
She wondered, just for a moment, if it would shock Josh at all to know that the dream now held a dog and a toddler running around under a large oak tree.
As Josh picked her up in his arms, carrying her closer to some shade and a blanket, he leaned down and nuzzled her ear.
“I love you, Shelly Monroe. I can’t wait to have a family with you.”
“I love you, too,” Shelly told him as she turned her head and kissed him back, smiling and thinking.
This tree really does make dreams come true.
The End