Maker by Frankie Love

Author:Frankie Love [Love, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Frankie Love

Maker

The house is very nearly done. It's not much, a modest three-bedroom cabin, but I was able to ship in nice doors and windows along with high-end appliances. I even had a concrete company come out and pour a patio and a nice long driveway, and a contractor came with a crew and built a deck overlooking the water.

There are plenty of finishing touches that the place needs — like furniture. But for now, I have a mattress on the floor and a roof over my head and it's something. My friends tell me it's more than something, that it's goddamn gorgeous. I didn't pull any punches when it came to expenses. I hired the best to finish the job once I realized that I may be able to hammer in some hardwood, but I'm no master carpenter.

My friends, Jameson and Beam, and my brother Walker helped me out quite a bit, but they have lives they needed to get back to. Now they're off the hook. The job's nearly done and I'm getting in my boat for a day out at Beam and Bellamy's place. We're all meeting out there for a barbecue, and even though it makes me sad to be headed that way without Marley by my side, I'm feeling a little more courageous than I did even a few weeks ago. I'm beginning to feel like maybe I do have something to offer Marley.

I plan on heading to Riverside tomorrow after the barbecue. I figured I'll go to Beam’s, have a burger or two, spend the night on my boat, and then head her way, letting her know I won’t be able to walk away from her again. I'm playing for keeps this time and I'm going to make sure she knows it.

It's a nice day, the height of summer, and where we are in Alaska, the days are long. The sun doesn’t set until late in the night. It doesn't bother me. I've always been a good sleeper. It's the one place I can let my demons lie dormant. And today, as I'm in my captain's chair heading toward my buddy’s place, I think back to being on this boat with Marley.

I run a hand over my beard, trying to figure out just what I'll say when I head her way again. I'm not going to tiptoe around my feelings because for two and a half months, all I've been doing is thinking about her, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her pink lips and her heart-shaped face, her freckles and her wavy hair the color of cornfields. God, I want to be with her. I want to be hers. I want to love her, if only she'll let me.

When I get to Beam's, my friends can tell something's on my mind. Wavy's here with the babies. Jemma too. And Bellamy is all smiles because she's expecting as well.

"Look at all these families," I say. "Who the hell would have thought it?"

Wavy laughs.

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