Ryan’s driving got us to the cabin in an hour and a half. We had lost the pursuing photographers within the first ten minutes of our trip.
His parents were pleasantly shocked to see our final destination. His father kept patting him on the back and smiling although neither of us owned the property he was being congratulated for.
After everyone was situated, Ryan and I took the boat out of the garage so he and his father could go fishing. I rode on the back of the fourwheeler with him, nestling my nose into his neck that was no longer unfamiliar territory. This time our relationship was completely different from the last time we were here. I remembered wondering if we would ever be a couple and here we were, a couple.
“Taryn, this place is magnificent!” Ellen said, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. We stood on the embankment overlooking the lake. The weather was chilly but sunny with perfect blue skies.
“One day,” Ryan said happily. “Right, Honey?”
I shrugged my reply, hoping, but still not banking on anything. Not this soon, anyway. I wondered why Ryan felt so sure so soon. Is there really such a thing as love at first sight, or was he trying to convince himself that this was what he wanted? I didn’t want to second-guess my feelings though, for I was truly, madly in love with him.
“One day what?” his mom asked.
“Have a place like this.” Ryan beamed. “Bigger house, but on a lake.”
“What bigger house?” Bill inquired, placing his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
“Just talking about having a house of my own one day, Dad. I can’t live in hotels forever.”
“Good. You should buy a home of your own. Don’t throw your money away renting some place. A house is a good investment. After all, you certainly can afford it now, Son.”
“I want to design it myself, though. Well, not completely on my own.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “I know this talented woman - she designed an awesome kitchen and the most amazing rooftop patio I’ve ever seen. I think I’ll ask her how big of a closet she wants. Put in a whole art studio room just for making stained glass?”
I smiled at him but inside I was freaking out. We’d only been together for a month and already I was going to be designing a house with him?
Was he serious? He looked serious. He surely sounded serious.
“So, what are you ladies going to do today?” Ryan asked, hugging me from behind at the edge of the water. His mother walked away to speak to his father; they headed towards the dock. I really think she just wanted to give us a moment of privacy.
“I think we’re going to the outlet mall today. I want to stop at the one antique store. I haven’t been there in years. Maybe we’ll do that tomorrow though.”
He partially released me to reach into his front pocket. Then I felt him stuff something into the right front pocket of my jeans.
“That’s a thousand,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you to spend it on anything your heart desires.”
I slouched in his arms; my body language showing my displeasure of his gesture. “Ryan.”
“Taryn, please. Go have fun with my mom. Enjoy yourself.”
“Did your father shove a thousand dollars in your mom’s pocket, too?” I softly asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” he admitted. “My parents have been married for thirty-four years and they share everything, money included.” He sighed in my ear. “And my father didn’t recently cash another five million dollar paycheck with another eight million coming.”
I pinched my eyes closed. “I don’t want your money, Ryan.” I felt horrible for allowing it.
“I know,” he murmured on my neck, stopping my hand from leaving my pocket. “Consider this practice for the next thirty-four years.”
“Well if or when the thirty-four years officially starts, we can have this conversation again,” I said gently. I pulled the money out of my pocket and tried to hand it back to him but he wouldn’t take it.
“So are you telling me we have to be married first before I can even attempt to spoil you and share what I have?” he groaned.
“No. It’s just… that’s a lot of money, Ryan!”
He snickered in my ear. “No, that’s not a lot of money. That’s not even enough to buy a pair of shoes in Beverly Hills.”
I rolled my eyes, even though he didn’t see my reaction.
“If you love me like you say you do, then what’s the problem? I want to make you happy.”
I knew exactly where he was going with this. His chest was pressed to my back, his arms held me in position, and next he was going to try and trip me up in words.