Chapter 62
Christmas Morning — Scout the rest didn’t.
“For now,” he echoed. “But when the doctor clears this shoulder, I’m taking you out. Real restaurant. Real date. No blizzards. No crime scene tape. Just you and me.”
“That a promise, Wilson?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is.”
Tessa dragged her fingertip along Scout’s lower lip, the simple word settling deep. “Good,” she said. “Because I’m not done getting snowed in with you. Maybe next time somewhere with room service.”
His grin flashed, boyish and bright. “Deal.”
She rested her head on his good shoulder. Tallulah sprawled between them, claiming the warmest spot.
Scout’s arm tightened around Tessa, careful but sure.
For the first Christmas in a long time, Tessa wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She had a grumpy cat.
A wounded deputy who meant every promise he made.
And a future that finally felt like theirs.
She intended to keep it that way.