"Yep. She signed a three-month lease this morning."
"Okay," he drawled as a seed of hope began to grow inside of him.
He looked around the street, and down past Timber's truck, he saw it—Harley's car.
Oh fuck. "Man!" he belted out. "Are you serious?"
Garret didn't say anything, but his smile was so big, it was answer enough.
Cash shoved the door open and bolted through the front yard for the door. "Where is she?" he asked Timber as he rushed past her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Timber said cheekily.
Cash growled and bolted into the entryway. The home was full of moving boxes and Harley's living room furniture. He should be moving all this stuff for her.
This was happening. This was happening!
Cash followed her scent to the back door and yanked it open.
Harley was out there rearranging the patio furniture with Sasha. She saw him and stood slowly.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked. He'd never been more excited than right now, in this moment.
"I was supposed to be out front! I wanted to surprise you! I thought you weren't going to be here for another fifteen minutes!"
Cash strode right around the chair that stood between them and picked her up, crushed her to his chest and buried his face against her neck.
She was laughing. God, he loved her laugh.
"Are you really doing this?" he asked.
"Yes."
Cash eased back and kissed her hard, holding the back of her head as he swayed them from side to side. He pecked her three times and then searched her face. She looked so pretty today, with the afternoon light creating a halo behind her head. "What about work?"
"I gave notice two weeks ago. I messaged Garret at the same time and it has been so freaking hard to keep it a secret!"
"Woman, I was with you all last weekend, and you didn't even give me a hint you were moving. You weren't packed or anything."
"I wanted to see this smile right here," she said, eyes on the curve of his lips.
"I got a picture," Sasha announced, and she headed back in. "Y'all are adorable, we're celebrating tonight."
"We're really doing this, aren't we?" he asked.
With a nod, she squeezed her arms tighter around his shoulders. "I know you keep talking about taking everything slow until I'm ready, but I'm ready, Cash. I want to figure out this life-thing with you."
"Three months," he murmured, setting her on her feet on the porch.
"I figure three months in this house, and then we'll see."
"I'll ask you to move in with me before the three months are up," he assured her.
"I figured."
"I want you to spend the night with me tonight."
Her tinkling laugh filled the yard, and man she looked beautiful as she tossed her head back with it. "Impatient man."
"Realistic man." Cash cupped her cheek. "I know what I want. I'm just waiting for you to catch up."
Harley leaned into his touch. Softly, she said, "I'm all caught up."
And he made a promise to himself right here and now—for the rest of his life, as long as there was breath in his body, he was going to make sure she was happy. After everything, she deserved the effort. She deserved to feel safe to be herself.
Harley was choosing him back, and he would never—not even for a second—take this life with her for granted.