65. True
Promise,
I typed “The End” today. A whole month later than my self-imposed deadline, but I finished, damn it. That was the point, right? To finish something?
I’m not even mad at how long it took. Not rushing made the words come easier whenever I did sit down to write.
And all the time in between was for adventures. Just like I promised you.
I think I let Noah take me to work with him ten times in the last two months.
I’m getting better at skiing, but I suck at snowboarding. Noah is good at it, though and sometimes I agree to go with him just so I can watch him in his element.
He took me zip lining after a snowstorm in January. I can’t even explain the views, Promise. It was so fucking fun.
Greyson is the homebody out of the three of us, but he’s trying. For us. I love being anywhere he is, so it doesn’t matter what we do.
I can’t believe I came here to write a book and fell in love with both of them. Did you set me up??
Oh! I got a new car. Daddy couldn’t wait to give it to me on Christmas morning, so he picked me up from the airport in it.
You know I’m loyal to Camryn, but I couldn’t fight that man on it any longer. I did need a new car and you know he has immaculate taste. Now Camryn is more like a collectible, sitting in my front yard.
Girl, I’m all over the place in this letter. I guess I’m just excited to talk to you.
Since I missed my deadline, I pushed back the launch party at Goldyn’s shop. We’re gonna have it in May now. Her partner, Sincere, is gonna make a signature dessert for the book so everybody who comes to the store can try it.
I’m nervous, but in the best way. It’s been a year and a half without you now and I finally feel like my feet are under me again.
I turned thirty thinking about you. Ever since I found your letter, you’re all I think about. Not that you ever left my mind before, but I don’t feel the same ache when you cross my mind. I know you’re resting peacefully, and I have to trust that.
I think I’ll be in Bliss Peak for a while. Took it kinda literal when you said, “find your bliss.”
My hand is cramping and we’re leaving for dinner to celebrate soon, so I’ll shut up. But I had to tell you, I love you so much, Promise. Everybody on this side misses the hell outta you and I know Noah and Greyson would have loved you. Oh my god, and Duchess. Anyway, I’ll call you soon. Or text you. Just felt like I should finally sit down and write you back. Love you, Promise.
True
After folding the letter, I tucked it into my desk drawer and stood up. The spare room in Greyson and Noah’s house was my office slash library now. It had more space than my entire cabin and Noah had spent a month installing built-in bookshelves for the walls.
It was perfect. I liked not having to go back to my cabin to have my own space. I loved that they wanted me to have my own space in their house.
“Red, you ready? We’re leaving in five.”
Greyson’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
Five minutes.
I scanned my outfit from head to toe.
I could work with five minutes.
I was ready , technically. But I’d taken a break after doing my makeup to write that letter.
Pulling the door open, I found Greyson leaning against the wall opposite my room.
He closed the space between us, bringing the scent of leather and mint. A ready smile curved his lips and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered.
That damn dimple.
“Hey, True.”
“Hi, Greyson.”
“You look stunning.”
Meeting his eyes, I smiled.
“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to fuck up your lipstick.”
His words held a seductive promise I couldn’t resist.
Head cocked, I rose a brow. “That’s never stopped you before.” I ran a hand over his shoulder, dusting invisible lint off his jacket. “And what if I want you to fuck it up?”
Greyson’s mouth crashed into mine before I could finish the question.
He had me in my favorite place—caged between his body and the wall. His lips were demanding and the hand curled around my waist was possessive.
This man could kiss me senseless like it was the first time, every single time.
Greyson stepped back, the pad of his thumb running over his bottom lip.
His penetrating stare froze me in place before he pulled his eyes away and said, “Four minutes, Red. Go fix your makeup.”
There was a gratifying strain in his voice that put a pep in my step as I walked down the hall.
The closer I got to our bedroom, the more I craved another kiss.
Maybe I could find Noah before I fixed my makeup.
Just in case.
THE END