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Becca laughed.

“I know what you mean,” she said. “It’s been hard not to blurt it out since the first night we were together.”

Krissy smiled.

“Did you want to say it then?”

“I did!”

“Me too. But I’m glad it worked out this way. I mean, I’m glad we said it when we’re not anywhere near a bed and having sex.”

Becca rolled her eyes.

“Don’t even get me started on how many times I almost said ‘I love you’ when we’re in bed and having sex!”

Krissy reclaimed Becca’s hand.

“Oh, my sweet…I would have believed you if you had said it then.”

Becca cocked an eyebrow.

“Good, because I’m hoping you’ll give me plenty of reasons to say it when we get out of here.”

Chapter 31

They ended up back at Krissy’s, which had been the plan all along. As Krissy pulled the Mercedes into the garage, Becca had to take a deep breath when a strange, startling and sudden feeling of being in a time warp happened to her. It was as if for the briefest of moments, she had been catapulted forward. Not only was she shown a glimpse of her future, but she was made to feel it as well. She and Krissy coming home here to this house after being out doing…anything: a date night at a fancy restaurant like tonight; grocery shopping; a day at the beach.

Krissy would pull her car forward in the driveway slowly, waiting for the garage door to open fully and then slip it inside, just like she was doing now, and then she and Becca would be home.

Not at “Krissy’s house.”

Home.

Oddest of all, was the Jeep.

Krissy’s garage was a two-car number. But unlike most people who have a two-car garage yet only one car to put in it, Krissy had never filled up the second half of the garage with boxes and containers of unused stuff. Instead, she had kept it uncluttered, as if keeping it available for someone else to one day park their vehicle there.

Tonight, as the garage door started opening and Becca had had that time warp moment, she could have sworn she had seen her Jeep parked in the unused half of the garage. A ghostly image that only flashed before her eyes for that half a second or so of the time warp, but which Becca was certain had been real.

When Krissy had the car inside and had shut off the engine, Becca smiled.

I’m home.

“Thanks for dinner,” Becca said when they got inside the house proper and started walking hand in hand towards the bedroom.

“Well, the next one is not going to come until you get promoted again,” Krissy said teasingly.

“I see,” Becca said. “One expensive night out per promotion, is it?”

“It’s all I can afford,” Krissy said. “If you expect fancy dinners each time you do heroic and fabulous things, I will be broke.”

Becca laughed. She didn’t know exactly how much Krissy earned as an investment advisor, but she knew it would take a lot of fancy dinners out to make her girlfriend bankrupt.

“I have a question,” she said. “You ever think about moving to New York, playing your financial games with the big dogs?”

“No, thank you,” Krissy answered. “I have a rare genetic condition that makes me allergic to winter. I’m perfectly fine being right here in SoCal.”

They were in the bedroom now and Krissy turned to stand right in front of Becca.