Page 126 of Make-Believe Match

“I’ll walk down.”

“Devlin, stop. It’s too dark.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“It’s too cold, and you don’t even have a hat.”

“I have body heat.”

“Listen, I know all about your body heat, and I’m not letting you walk down this mountain alone in the dark because I want to take advantage of it later.”

He groaned as I tugged him over to the station. “Are you trying to distract me with sex?”

“Yes, is it working?”

“Sort of.” We stood in place and waited for the lift to come up behind us. “If I die, go on without me.”

“Oh, Lord. You’re not gonna die. Come on, here we go.” The car scooped us up, and we sat down on the bench. “There, see?”

Devlin quickly pulled the safety bar down. “Is he going to slow it down for us to get off?”

“I will text him right now and tell him we’re coming.” Pulling my phone from my coat pocket, I sent Luke a note. “So he was in on this scheme, huh?”

“He was. I needed him.”

“Was Gran in on it, by chance?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because this afternoon she told me that she’d been thinking, and she decided to give me a chance to run this place on my own if I still wanted to.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I told her that I’d been thinking too, and I realized she and Grandpa had probably been right that it’s too much for one person, so I was going to find a business partner.”

“A business partner, huh?” He put an arm around me.

“Yes. I’ll be accepting applications soon, and I hope you’ll submit one.”

He laughed. “I might. Does the job come with a corner office?”

“No, but it comes with me in your bed every night for the rest of your life.”

“Sold.”

I leaned against him, tugged my mitten off, and held out my hand. “This ring. I can’t stop looking at it. I can’t wait to show it off to Tabitha!”

He laughed. “She’ll probably turn up her nose because it isn’t a diamond.”

“I don’t give a shit about diamonds. This is so beautiful! Is it an emerald?”

“It’s a teal sapphire.”

“I love it.” I tipped my head onto his shoulder. “And I love you.”

“I love you too. But Ihatethis chairlift. Is it supposed to swing like this?”

“Yes.” I laughed and pulled my mitten back on. “But you never have to ride it again. I’ll teach our kids how to ski.”