Noah smiled the sweetest smile as he placed his hand on the side of my face. “I knew the moment you first looked into my eyes, you were it.”
Grinning, I raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah? What about on the beach? I saw you checking out my ass. You sure you weren’t all about that booty?”
Laughing, Noah shook his head before his eyes turned serious. Searching my face, Noah’s mouth turned up into a slight smile. “I was all about those eyes . . . those lips . . . that smile that makes my knees weak . . . your amazing laugh that rushes through my body and instantly makes me happier. It’s even your smart-ass remarks you make when I least expect them. You’re it for me, Grace. If I were to ever lose you again, I’d lose all control. I wouldn’t be able to live and breathe without you.”
Noah pressed his lips to mine as I let myself get lost in our kiss. Pulling back slightly, Noah spoke against my lips. “I love you, Grace Johnson.”
Smiling, I replied back. “I love you the most, Noah Bennet.”
Kissing me gently, Noah slowly pulled his lips back when we both needed air. “Impossible,” he whispered.
Noah and I spent the next forty-five minutes sitting on the grass leaning up against a tree in the parking lot of Target, talking about our future. Noah had a degree in business management and I picked his brain about Alex and I opening Wild Flower, our nursery in Mason.
“When do you think y’all will open it?” Noah asked as he ran his fingers lightly across my hand.
“Dunno. Luke and Colt have been doing so much for us. We got a great piece of land that had an old house on it. My father paid next to nothing for it, and with the help of Gunner, Luke, and Colt, they’ve almost completed remodeling the inside. We have two offices and we’re going to convert the third bedroom into a nursery playroom kind of thing. That way Alex can start working as soon as she wants and she can bring the baby. Originally, it was going to be a large storage room.”
Noah smiled as he looked at me with pride. “I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing I think it is that you know exactly what you want to do.”
“You don’t?” I asked as I studied his face.
Taking in a deep breath, Noah quickly pushed it out. “I thought I did at one time. I was going to take over my father’s business.”
“What did he do?”