The Boys Down South by Abbi Glines
epilogue
two years later…
“Where are we?” I asked, as Bray pulled into a driveway I didn’t know in Malroy. We were supposed to come back here today and help Brent move his stuff out of the house and into his new place. But I knew his apartment wasn’t a house. And this was most certainly a house.
“Malroy,” Bray said with a smile.
“I know that! But this isn’t your momma’s and this isn’t Brent’s apartment in town,” I pointed out.
Bray opened his car door and stepped out, then walked around and opened my car door. I sat there staring up at him. Waiting on some reasonable explanation for this. Where were we?
Finally, Bray sighed and reached in his pocket to pull out a key. One single key. “This should open the door.”
I stepped out of the car then. Ever so slowly. Never taking my eyes off Bray. My hand reached up and took the key he was holding in his. “Why do you have a key to this house?” I asked him then turned to really look at the house.
It was a white brick house with an arched entry and a two-car garage. I fought back the sudden surge of want that came over me. Wanting a house like this was foolish. We were good with our camper trailer in Robertsdale. Although we had been talking about moving back to Malroy. My parents were divorced and neither lived here anymore. I had burned my memories, literally, and I was ready to start anew. Begin a life that was happy. Change the way I saw this town.
“Because I bought it. That is pending you like it. If not, then deal’s off.”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. He had just said ‘bought’ as if that wasn’t a big deal. Asher and Dixie had just bought their new house and they’d been married two years. We weren’t even engaged.
“You bought it?” I asked, still in amazement.
He grinned. “If you like it, I did.”
“How?” I asked, still not running to check out things. Which I could tell by his expression was exactly what he wanted me to do.
“With drug money,” he said sarcastically. I slapped his arm and he pulled me against him. “I saved for a down payment. I didn’t agree to living in the trailer all this time so I could drink my money away at a bar. I saved. Every damn penny I could.”
The smile on my face was so big, it hurt my cheeks. I didn’t care. I was so excited about the house I had yet to go inside of, I grabbed his face, kissed it, then darted for the door with the key in my hand.
Quickly working the new lock, I walked inside then gasped. It was beautiful. From the vaulted ceilings to the wooden floors. It was more than I could have imagined. More than he should have spent. I could feel him watching me. I waited a moment to soak it all in. Remembering how perfect it was. That he had wanted me to have this. Then I turned to him. Smiled and shook my head. “It’s too big.” I had meant to say something that sounded more negative, but it was impossible. This house fit me. It was perfect.
Bray narrowed his eyes and moved in toward me. “Really?” he asked.
I nodded but didn’t trust my voice. My eyes wanted to take in the rest of the place, but I struggled to keep them focused on Bray. “What if I sweeten the deal?” he asked me in a low seductive whisper.
My thoughts instantly went to sex and I started to laugh when he lowered himself in front of me. I swallowed hard and tried to figure out what other reasons there were for Bray to be kneeling here in front of me. But none came to mind.
“Scarlet North, I’ve loved you since the day you did your best to seduce me. Neither of us knew it yet, but you would change my life. Brighten my world. Show me how to be brave. And give me hope. I can’t make it a day without you by my side.” His mouth lowered to my hand and I stood there in the foyer of the home he’d bought for us. A life I never imagined could be mine. My eyes filled with tears.
“Will you marry me?” Those four words would be the moment my life changed forever. The demons were finally gone. And love had finally won.
