And now, Ford was officially making Anchor Island his permanent home. He’d placed his bars in the capable hands of his manager, Luke. He just flew down every other month or so to check on things, meet with the staff, and the like. I’d even flown down with him last time, and LA wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. But Anchor would always be our home.

“I bet he’ll ask when he gets the keys to the new place.”

My stomach flipped. I wanted him to. Ford had gotten better at giving me the words along with his actions. He told me he loved me every single day, and I never tired of hearing it. But he still didn’t always realize that certain things needed to be discussed. Things like officially asking your girlfriend to move in with you. He probably just assumed I’d come along for the ride. It was only a little frustrating. Mostly, it was adorable.

I grinned at Caelyn. “I’m meeting him over there after this.”

Caelyn gave a little squeal and jump as she clapped. “And then you’ll show me and Kenna tomorrow, right?”

I laughed. “I don’t even know if I’ll be living there.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like that man is going to let you sleep without him.” She had a point.

The antique bell over the door jingled. I turned and gasped. “What in the world?” Kenna stood in the doorway, not stepping inside, drenched from head to toe. “What happened?”

Color rose in her cheeks. “Crosby.” She said his name in a growl.

I had to press my lips together to keep from laughing. “He threw you in the dunk tank?”

“No—I—I can’t even talk about it. I am going to take sweet, sweet revenge on that man, though. I don’t know what it’s going to be, but it’s going to be epic. Like pink dye in his shampoo bottle.”

Caelyn laughed. “But don’t you have a date in like two hours?”

“I did. Obviously, I had to cancel.” She blew out a breath. “Can one of you give me a ride home?”

“I will,” Caelyn offered. “Bell has to go check out her new digs.”

Kenna’s eyes widened. “Did he ask?”

“No, he did not ask me to move in.” I whirled on Caelyn, giving her a mock glare. “Stop getting my hopes up.”

Caelyn smacked a kiss on my cheek. “Your hopes should always be up.”