And when I’m out the door and on the other side, I take a deep breath of the cool night air and steel myself before seeing Josh again. Because his intensity scares the crap out of me.

I pat my bag, having retrieved the letter I sent him all those years ago. The letter that told him he was going to be a father.

It’s time he read it.

* * *

It’s a beautiful night to drive up the mountain.

The air is crisp, and the sky is cloudless. I’ve never been up here at night before, and the view must be incredible.

I’m still relieved to pull up outside the house, and a little afraid of what’s inside.

Despite saying I’m not staying the night, I still wore my best underwear. Just in case. I’m prepared for anything. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Josh answers the door dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I look down at myself. “Am I overdressed?”

He shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Come in before dinner burns.”

I take a sniff as I walk in the door. “It’s a bit late by the smell of it.”

“Shit.” He runs, but I follow behind him into a large kitchen. A large shiny kitchen. Forget the man—the appliances in here are new and look virtually untouched, and I could seriously orgasm just at the amount of bench space.

This. This is the way to my heart.

“It’s okay. It’s just a little brown in the centre.”

I walk over to where Josh is standing by the cooktop, frypan in hand. In the centre are four slices of bread, and if I’m not mistaken, cheese between them.

“You made me a toasted sandwich for dinner?” I clamp my lips together.

His brows knit. “I know it’s not much, but you know how bad I am at cooking.”

I laugh. “Nothing’s changed.”

“There’s plenty of food. I’m sure I can make something else.”

He turns, and I grab hold of his hand. “Josh. It’s okay. I’m happy to eat whatever you make.”

“Are you sure?”

“You cooked for me, and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I love it.”

His eyebrows quiver. Uncertainty crosses his face. “Are you sure?”

“Completely. Let’s eat before it gets cold.” I link my fingers in his. “Everything’s perfect, Josh. I don’t want to change a thing.”

I take a deep breath before leaning over to kiss him. He opens up, his tongue sliding over mine, but I pull back before it goes too far.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine. I just need something to eat.”

He grins. “Give me one second.”

He tips the frypan. The sandwiches slide onto a plate sitting beside another plate with an identical meal on it.