“Abby knows,” I said.

“Abby knows what?”

“About you.”

He laughed once. “No, she doesn’t.”

“Yes, she does. And she knows about Travis, too.”

“What about Travis?”

“Whatever he’s not telling her. She’s smart. I’m smart, too. I’m a photographer, Tyler. I notice things. I’m always looking at people. I knew you were inherently good, didn’t I?”

He frowned, unwilling to concede just yet.

“I think your dad knows,” I said.

“What?” he said, lifting his head. “Where is all this coming from?”

“I’ve known. I watched them at Thanksgiving. Abby was asking you all of those weird questions, and she and Jim had a look.”

“A look,” he deadpanned.

Tyler’s phone went off, and he dug it out of his T-shirt pocket. “Huh.”

“Who is it?”

“Dad. He texted me.”

“What does it say?”

“He’s just checking in, asking if everyone is okay.”

I leaned up to his ear, kissing his cheek. “Told you.”

“No way,” he said, tapping out a reply and then putting his phone away.

“He’s a former detective. You think he can’t figure you out?”

“Why wouldn’t he say anything?”

I shrugged. “Maybe he’s just letting you think you’ve fooled him. Maybe he knows there’s a reason why you lied, so he’s letting it go.”

“Since Dad’s psychic, maybe he can tell me when you’re going to pick a date for the wedding,” he said, only half-teasing.

I slipped my hand under Tyler’s T-shirt, running my fingertips up his chest. “I thought you said you didn’t care.”

“Of course I care, baby. I’m just not going to pressure you about it.”

Tyler’s skin was warm under my hand, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I thought about when we first met, how sweaty and sexy he had been, trading punches in my parents’ gallery room. We had conquered heaven and hell, fire and ice, and he’d stuck with me through it all.

“My mother seems to be very concerned about me affording the condo.”

“Yeah, but your dad’s not worried.”

“If Taylor’s going to be a dad … won’t he and Falyn need their own place?”

“Yeah, wow. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Maybe you should give them the apartment, and you move into the condo with me?”

Tyler turned onto his side and propped his head with his hand. “What?” he said, suspicious.

I shrugged. “You can pay half the rent. We can get married after fire season…”

Tyler’s eyebrows shot up. “After this fire season?”

“Too soon?”

He cupped my jaw, turning until his torso was hovering over me. “Baby,” he said, pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue inside. I reached up his shirt, pressing my fingers into the muscles in his back.

“Like October? November?” he said against my lips.

I nodded.