It's Only Love Page 20

  “I love to cut,” Gavin said. Before he let Landon lead him away, he kissed Ella square on the lips in front of her brother, her mother, her aunt and anyone else who might’ve been looking. “Save some hot chocolate for me.”

  “Oh, um, I will.”

  He smiled at her before he walked away, whistling as he went.

  Ella watched him go, her lips tingling from the kiss. In four hours, they could make their escape and return to his place until family dinnertime tomorrow. She couldn’t wait to be alone with him again. Turning to head for the shack that housed the concessions and cash register, Ella found her mother and aunt watching her.

  “What?” she asked them.

  “You,” Hannah said. “Kissing Gavin Guthrie in public all of a sudden.”

  “It’s certainly not all of a sudden.” Ella stepped into the small wooden structure, where the scent of chocolate and cider mixed with the pervasive fragrance of Christmas coming from the thousands of trees on the property. Ella loved it here. She always had.

  “Is that right?” Hannah asked.

  “Uh-huh,” Ella said.

  “You approve of this?” Hannah asked her sister.

  “Hardly matters if I do,” Molly said. “Ella is a grown woman who knows her own heart. But for what it’s worth, I think the world of Gavin, just like I thought the world of his brother.”

  “He sure is easy on the eyes,” Hannah said, making them all laugh.

  “You don’t know the half of it,” Ella said with a dirty wink.

  “Oh my ears!” Hannah said, covering them while Ella laughed again. “On that note, I’m outta here since my relief has arrived.” She kissed Ella’s cheek. “I’m happy for you, Ella. I hope it works out for you two.”

  “Thank you, Auntie.”

  “I’ll talk to you this week,” Hannah said to Molly.

  “Yes, you will.”

  After Hannah left, Ella rang up a young family that had tagged a tree and bought a wreath, hot chocolate and donuts. The kids, who were maybe five and seven, were bundled up and bursting with Christmas excitement. Thanks to her work at the store and full immersion in the season, Ella had never lost that feeling. Christmas was still her favorite time of year.

  It would be even more so this year, with Hunter and Megan’s wedding the weekend before the holiday.

  Watching the kids consume their donuts with barely restrained glee filled Ella with yearning for the family she’d nearly given up on having. Last night, Gavin had told her he loved her. In the bright light of day, everything seemed possible now that she knew for sure he felt that way about her. That changed everything.

  “You’re fairly glowing today, my dear,” Molly said as she doled out cider to another young couple who were heading off to find their tree.

  “I’m happy.”

  “It makes me happy to see you happy. You’re in love then?”

  “Madly.” What a relief—an overwhelmingly powerful relief—to be able to admit how she felt about Gavin. Finally.

  “How does he feel?”

  “The same.”

  “Oh, El,” Molly said, tearing up. “That’s so wonderful.”

  “Yes, it is.” Ella gazed out at the distant fields, where she could see Gavin working beside her brother as they loaded trees onto a flatbed. “It might seem like it happened fast to everyone else, but it didn’t. There was nothing fast about it.”

  “I know that, sweetheart. We all do.”

  “I guess I wasn’t as circumspect as I thought I was when it came to him.”

  “You were in a tough spot, wanting a man who was emotionally unavailable.”

  “It was tough. But what we have now . . . It was well worth the wait.”

  “So that’s it? All sewn up and together forever?”

  “I can’t imagine anything could tear us apart after what we’ve shared this week.”

  “Ella—”

  Ella held up her hand to stop whatever her mother was about to say. “Please, Mom. Please don’t say it. I’ve been warned every which way to Tuesday by just about everyone who loves me—and that’s a lot of people. I love him. He loves me. I finally have what I’ve always wanted. You know how much I love you, but frankly, I just don’t want to hear any more warnings.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “Are you mad?”

  “No, sweetheart, of course I’m not mad. I actually understand better than you think.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “When I was dating Dad, I had more than one person warn me about taking on a flatlander, how he’d never be happy here, how someone with his education would want bigger things than a country store in Butler, Vermont. People who barely knew me warned me.”

  Ella was riveted by this information. “Did that worry you? That other people couldn’t see him being happy here?”

  “A little. Part of me thought they were right. Here he had a Yale education. How was he ever going to be happy running our little store in this little town?”

  “And yet . . . Who’s happier than he is?”

  “That’s my point. I knew in my heart that he’d be fine here. He knew it, too. We both had the one thing we wanted more than anything, so everything else was just details.”

  “I love that you still feel that way about each other even after all this time,” Ella said with a sigh. “When we came in the other day, and he was making you giggle . . . It just . . . It gave me hope.”

  “He makes me giggle every day.”

  “Please spare me the gory details.”

  Molly’s face lit up with a big, dirty smile. “The details are extra gory now that we’ve rid our barn of all the rug rats.”

  “Oh my God.” Ella covered her ears and gave a pretend shriek. “Make it stop.”

  Molly peeled Ella’s hands off her ears. “I hope you understand that what I’m telling you is that if you’re with the right one, everything else falls into place the way it’s meant to.”

  “I can’t imagine anyone ever being more right for me than Gavin, even with all his imperfections.”

  “Everyone has imperfections. Some are just more pronounced than others. Gavin’s world was tipped upside down by something outside his control, and he’s spent years trying to right it again. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how relaxed and happy he looks with you by his side. It’s been a long time since he’s been that way.”

  “His mother said the same thing.”

  “I know. She told me.”

  “When did you talk to Amelia?”

  “When she called me to have a little squeal over the fact that our kids are dating. Again.”

  “Hannah and Caleb happened such a long time ago that it’s easy to forget sometimes that you and Amelia have already been down this road once before.”

  “Yes, we have, and we’re no less thrilled this time than we were then.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “I’ve always thought of Hannah and Caleb as this sort of epic romance that the rest of us mere mortals could only aspire to.”

  “They were beautiful together, but you and Gavin are every bit as epic and every bit as beautiful, especially when you consider the long road you traveled to get where you are now. You never gave up on him.”

  “I sort of did. For a while there.”

  “No, you didn’t. If you had, you wouldn’t have gone the other night when they called you to come for him.”

  “I didn’t know I was going for him when they called.”

  “Didn’t you, Ella? Didn’t you sort of suspect it was him?”

  “I guess I did.”

  “And still you went. You never gave up on him. Not for one minute. There’ll come a time when you’ll be tested again. It’ll be a decision not to give up then either.”

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�You say will like you’re certain it’ll happen.”

  “It will, Ella. I’m certain it’ll happen, because it always does. Even the most epic of romances have their bumps. Just ask your sister about what it was like to be married to his brother. She’ll tell you that for all of Caleb’s wonderful qualities, he could try her patience like no one else ever has before or since. And that’s saying something when you consider she had eight younger siblings.”

  “So it’s a Guthrie thing. Is that what you’re saying?”

  “No, sweetheart, it’s a man thing. It’s a man-woman thing. There’re always going to be challenges, no matter who you’re with. The important thing is to be sure you’re with the right one. Then the challenges don’t seem so insurmountable.”

  “I’m with the right one. I’m three thousand percent sure of that.”

  “Then it’ll work out the way it’s meant to.”

  Ella clung to her mother’s assurances. The thought of it not working out with Gavin after everything they’d been through wasn’t something she cared to think about. Especially not when she was so busy being happy with him.

  * * *

  They were awakened out of a sound sleep by the phone ringing at Gavin’s house before dawn on Wednesday.

  “What the hell?” he muttered as he grabbed for it on the bedside table and checked the caller ID. “For you.” He handed the phone to Ella.

  “Hello?” she asked, suddenly nervous at the thought of someone calling her at his place.

  “It’s me,” her mom said. “I thought you’d want to know Chloe’s in labor. We’re packing up and heading for Burlington and taking Thanksgiving with us. Dad has shut down the office for the day if you want to head over.”

  Ella was still processing the fact that her mother had called her at Gavin’s house at five in the morning.

  “Ella?”

  “I’m here. Thanks for calling, Mom. Did Max say anything about how she’s doing?”

  “I don’t think he knows anything more than that. See you there?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there at some point today. I have to go in to work for a short time before I leave.” Her head began to swim with details about her new niece or nephew, her brother and what he was going through, the start of the holiday shopping season in the store, the relocation of Thanksgiving to the lake house in Burlington, and the trip with Gavin that she planned to tell him about on Thanksgiving.

  “See you when you get there. Love you.”

  “You, too, Granny.”

  Molly groaned as she hung up.

  “Did your mom really call you here at five in the morning?” Gavin asked.

  “She really did.”

  “How am I ever going to look either of them in the eye again?”

  “I’m sure it’s no surprise to them that we’re sleeping together.”

  “Still, I liked it better when they weren’t entirely sure.”

  “I bet you did,” she said, laughing at the dismay she heard in his voice.

  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Morning, Auntie Ella.”

  “Oh, I like the sound of that. I can’t wait to hold that baby.”

  “So you’re going to Burlington today,” he said.

  “I guess I am. That wasn’t in my plans.”

  “You’ll be there for Thanksgiving?”

  “Mom said they are packing up the turkey and bringing everything to the lake house, so that’s the plan.”

  Gavin turned on his side, put his arm around her and snuggled her in close to him. “What am I supposed to do without you for all that time?”

  “You could come over to Burlington.”

  “I can’t leave my folks for Thanksgiving.”

  “I know,” she said with a sigh, loving that he was so faithfully devoted to his parents but sad to know they’d be spending the holiday apart. “But I’ll be back tomorrow night to give you your surprise.” Her stomach knotted with excitement and a lingering bit of fear that he wouldn’t be as happy about her surprise as she was.

  “I can’t wait for this surprise of yours.”

  “I hope you like it.”

  “I’m sure I will.”

  Ella wished she could be so sure herself.

  “So thirty-six hours with no Ella. That’s cruel and unusual punishment after you’ve gone and gotten me addicted to you.”

  “Addicted? That sounds serious.”

  “It’s super serious. Life-threatening even.”

  Ella ran her fingertips over the stubble on his face. “I love you like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Happy, playful, funny.”

  “I’d forgotten I had those things in me until you showed me they’re still there.” He turned them so he was on top looking down at her. Then he began kissing her neck, making her want him yet again. It never ceased to amaze her that she wanted him all the time.

  “Do you think it’ll always be like this?” she asked.

  “Like what?”

  “Crazy.”

  He glanced up at her, grinning. “It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?”

  “I’ve never been like this with anyone.”

  “Like what?”

  “Insatiable.”

  “That’s such a good word, and by the way, I don’t want to think about you doing this with anyone else.”

  “I never did this with anyone else. Everything is different with you.”

  Cupping her breasts, he ran his tongue over one sensitive tip and then the other. “Are you sore from last night?”

  “Tender more than sore.”

  “Mmm,” he said, his lips vibrating against her nipple. “I need to be more careful with you.”

  “No, you don’t. I like you just the way you are.”

  “Unrestrained and unrefined?”

  “Exactly like that.”

  “Let me give you gentle and tender before I have to let you go for thirty-six endless hours.” His lips were soft and persuasive as he set her on fire with desire for more of him, all of him. By the time he entered her, slowly and carefully, Ella was clinging to what remained of her sanity.

  “God, you’re so perfect,” he whispered. “I could live inside you and never want for anything.”

  Ella clung to him, her fingertips digging into the dense muscles of his back as he moved above her, destroying her one deep stroke at a time. Her body seized in a contraction of endless pleasure that went on for what felt like forever. She had never felt anything quite like it.

  “Ella,” he whispered. “I love you so much. Love you.”

  She couldn’t speak over the huge lump in her throat, so she held on tight to him as he lost himself in her.

  The slide of his lips over the dampness on her face was the only indication she had that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

  “Sweet Ella. How did I survive before you made me fall in love with you?”

  Ella burrowed her nose into the nook between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in. She needed to get up, to get moving, to get to the office for a couple of hours before she headed to Burlington to hopefully meet her new niece or nephew. But she couldn’t bring herself to move.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, gazing down at her with sweet concern in his eyes.

  “I’m way better than okay.”

  “Why the tears?”

  “I can’t help them when you say the things you do while you make love to me like that.”

  “I’ve never said those things to anyone before you.”

  “I still feel like I have to be dreaming that you’re saying them to me.”

  “You’re not dreaming.” He kissed her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her nose and then her lips again.

  “I have to go.”

  “I know.”

  “
You have to let me go.”

  “I know.” He said the words but made no move to withdraw from her.

  “Gavin . . .”

  “I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want to have to live without you for two days.”

  “I’ll be back before you have time to miss me.”

  “No, you won’t.”

  “Will you be okay tomorrow? I know how hard the holidays have to be for you and your parents.”

  “We’ll get through it. We always do.”

  “I wish I could be there with you. I’ll come home early to have dinner with you guys.”

  “You should have dinner with your family. I’ll be waiting when you get here.”

  “I’ll leave as soon as I can. I promise.”

  “Call me tonight?”

  “Yes, yes, I’ll call you.” She would have to borrow a cell phone from Lucy or Cameron. “It might be a New York number, so make sure you take the call.”

  “I’ll take the call because it might be you. I feel like a lovesick fool because I don’t want to let you go for even a couple of days.”

  “I’m okay with that.”

  He smiled, kissed her and finally withdrew, leaving her feeling bereft without the heavy feel of him inside her. “How about a shower?”

  “A platonic shower?”

  “Completely,” he said with a wicked grin that let her know there’d be nothing platonic about it.

  What did it say about her that even after having him three times overnight and with a thousand other things she needed to be doing, she followed him willingly into the shower?

  She had it bad, and bad had never felt so good.

  CHAPTER 20

  Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn

  hope that if you just show up and try to

  do the right thing, the dawn will come.

  —Anne Lamott

  Though she was sleep-deprived and eager to get to Burlington, Ella put in a couple of hours at the store, making sure everything was in place for the official day-after-Thanksgiving start to the holiday shopping season. She hadn’t missed a Black Friday in the store since she graduated from college. Only for Gavin would she consider missing this one.

  Charley popped her head in Ella’s office just after nine thirty. “Heard anything more from Burlington?”