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“Yeah. Really.” The kind of nice he could get used to.
He ignored the warning bells ringing in his head, the alarms reminding him that the last time he’d allowed a woman to get this close, it had cost him dearly. He couldn’t live the rest of his life worried that someone was going to steal his business. Riley and Brody were right. It was time for him to stop taking care of everyone else and focus on himself for a little while. Just for today.
“I agree.” She toyed with the bagel. “I guess my priorities have shifted, too. I built all these houses for other people and after a while, I realized I wanted that, too.”
“What?”
“You were right the other day.” She lifted her gaze to his and in her eyes, he saw a craving for those intangible things other people had. “As scared as I am of falling in love, of having the kind of bad marriage my parents had, I really do want the two-point-five kids. The block parties. The fenced-in yard. Even the dog.”
His coffee grew cold beside him. He didn’t care. People came and went in the busy coffee shop. He didn’t care. Time ticked by on his watch. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the next thing Ellie Winston was going to say. “What … what kind of dog?”
“This is going to sound silly and so clichéd.” She dipped her head and that blush he’d come to love filled her cheeks again.
“Let me guess. A Golden retriever?”
She gave him an embarrassed nod. “Yeah.”
He shook his head and chuckled.
“What?”
“When I was a kid, I asked Santa for a dog. My mother was allergic, so it was never going to happen, but I kept asking. Every Christmas. Every birthday. And the answer was always the same. No.” He shrugged. “They got me a goldfish. But it wasn’t the same.”
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