Page 122 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

“You’ll probably do both. I think it’s okay if we tell each other when we do and work to do better. I think that’s…that’s love, when it’s working. When you can tell each other what you want, what you need. And you know what I need right now?”

“What?”

“To get the hell inside. It’s pouring.”

He laughed against her cheek, pulling her in tight against him. “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear.

“For what?”

“For loving me. And telling me when it didn’t work and not stopping loving me when I was an ass.”

She linked hands with him, pulling him toward the ranch. “As rain-soaked speeches go, it wasn’t half-bad, but I’d like to be dry now. And possibly naked.”

“And you think men have one-track minds.”

“Turns out women do too. Or at least this woman.” She kept tugging him toward the house, wanting to be inside and dry and warm and, yes, naked.

But mostly she wanted to curl up with him in bed, knowing he’d stay. Knowing he loved her, and knowing that even if things were hard again, they’d tell each other. They’d give, and they’d hurt, and they’d probably get mad.

But together.