You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9)(50)
Author: Abbi Glines

“Lover boy paid, and he tipped you well. I grabbed it for you so they could clean the table.

Jimmy held up three hundred-dollar bills, which was ridiculous. I was not taking that much money. Their meal had only been a hundred dollars. I groaned and took the money and stuck it into my pocket. I would deal with him later, although I wasn’t sure when that would be.

Tripp

She was upset with me. I knew she would be, but seeing it was hard. I wanted to grab her and haul her outside right then and tell her everything. But I had suffered five very long days without her to ensure that I never woke up again without her in my arms.

She wanted reassurance. She needed to know I was in this forever. Then that’s what she’d get. I had already started making plans for our future before she demanded to know what they were. But telling her my ideas was not the same as showing her I meant business.

The only way I let her walk out my door that morning was because she had said, With Jace, I didn’t worry about how I’d continue breathing if he walked out of my life. With you, I want it all.

In that moment, I realized I wasn’t her second-best. What we had was bigger than anything else she’d had. Even with Jace. Knowing I meant more to her was a game changer. I’d move fucking mountains to give her what she needed.

Looking back over the past five days, that was exactly what I did. Having friends in high places sure came in handy.

Bethy stepped out of the club’s back entrance, and I straightened up from my relaxed stance on my bike. She didn’t notice me until I was almost within reach. Her surprise quickly turned to anger. I bit back my grin. She was pissed at me. I would fix that soon. She’d demanded, and I was about to fucking deliver.

“What are you doing?” she asked, glaring at me.

“I know you’re mad at me, but I need to show you something.” I held out my hand to her. “A couple of somethings, actually.”

She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re messing with my head, and I can’t do this,” she said, sounding tired.

I reached out and brushed the hair that had come loose from her ponytail out of her face. It gave me an excuse to touch her. “I’m sorry. But I swear, that’s done. No more. Just come with me. Please?”

She looked like she was about to waver, so I decided to keep pushing.

“We don’t have a far drive. Just give me ten minutes. I swear. It will explain everything.”

I knew I’d won when her eyes looked back up at me. “OK.”

I grabbed her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. “Let’s take my bike,” I said, leading her to where I had parked it.

I buckled the helmet on her head, even though I knew she could do it herself. Then she put her arms on my shoulders and climbed. When her arms wrapped around me, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her against me.

The drive was short, just to the outside of the club property. I took the small gravel path through the dunes and stopped just as we reached the hill overlooking the water. Shutting off my engine, I climbed off, then took her helmet and helped her off.

She looked around and then back at me with a frown. “What are we doing here?”

“The Kerrington Country Club owned this property. It was meant for expansion after Woods’s father passed away, but Woods didn’t go forward with it. So I bought it. All of it. I’ve hired Grant as the general contractor. I’m building a luxury hotel here so that those who don’t want to purchase or lease a house during the summer months have another option. Hotel guests will have access to the Kerrington Club during the length of their stays.” I paused. Her mouth dropped open, but she wasn’t saying anything, so I kept going. “I met with Quinn today because I wanted to give her an idea of what I wanted and supply some different options. You’ll be dealing with her from now own. She knows that you get the last call on everything.”

Bethy held up a hand to stop me. “Wait, what? How did you afford this? A hotel is . . . big, Tripp. Really big.”

I had forgotten that she didn’t know everything. We had never discussed my money situation. I didn’t realize it until she brought up my need to be a bartender and running out of money the other morning. “My mother’s dad passed away two years ago and left everything to me. The rest of the family was upset, but the will was ironclad, and I was his only heir. When I came back to Rosemary Beach, this idea slowly started unfolding in my head.”

“So you bought this land to build a hotel? Here? You’re going to just . . . build one?” She was still staring at me in complete shock.

“You’re here, Bethy,” I replied, and then I took her hand and walked her back over to my bike. “One more thing I need you to see,” I explained. She didn’t speak. She let me put the helmet back on her before we climbed back onto my bike so I could take her farther down the beach.

When I got to the spot that overlooked a long stretch of beach, I saw the blanket I had left earlier, along with the four lanterns at each corner to keep it from flying away and to give us some light. The sun had almost set. She stared as I took the helmet off and led her there.

“This is also property I purchased. It’s got an amazing view and plenty of room to build as big a house as you want. Any house you want. We’ll build it together.”

“You want to build a house?” she asked in a whisper.

I watched as she looked around her, and then her eyes came back to me. “Yeah, I want to build a house. With you. One that you want. Whatever makes you happy, because as long as you’re in it with me, I don’t care where we live.”

She continued to gaze up at me like I had lost my mind.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small velvet box.

When I went down on one knee, Bethy gasped. This was the part that scared the shit out of me. This was what I wanted. More than anything. But I wasn’t sure she wanted it. Her words the other morning had led me to believe she did. She wanted forever with me. I did, too, and I hoped my actions showed that. No more dancing around each other, unsure of our future.

“You needed to know that what we had was forever. Bethy, it was forever with me when I was eighteen years old. You were all I could see then, and you’re all I can see now. I’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart, to heal and to come back to me. But all you had to do was tell me you wanted forever, too. I would move heaven and earth to make that happen.” I opened the box and watched her face. “Bethy Lowry, will you marry me?”