Undeniable Love - Journey of Love Book 2 (35 page)

“What was that, Dad?”

Lifting his eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the tears forming. “Once you start the journey, there is no going back. Love takes a hold of your heart, Tristan, and it grips it like a vice.
Hard and strong.
But that vice can be broken easily. The journey is meant to be a lifetime, but not everyone gets to experience such a love.”

Swallowing hard, I looked away.

“Are you willing to fight for it, son? Not just a month from now, or a year from now, but twenty years down the road, will you be willing to fight for your love with everything you got?”

Tears formed in my eyes as I thought about how badly I had hurt Ryn. Going to talk my voice cracked. Closing my eyes, I cleared my throat, “I’m willing, Dad, with everything in my heart and soul. I’d die first before I ever hurt her.”

Smiling, he slowly gave me a nod. “Then you know what to do.”

Reaching out for the bottle, I pulled it into my hand. I was ready to commit the rest of my life to Ryn. I was ready to pour my heart and soul out to her. Standing, I looked at my father.

“I know the idea is to not read the letters.”

Dad nodded his head and lifted the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

“I’d like to change that tradition.”

Letting out a chortle, he said, “Somehow son, I knew you would.”

“I’d like for Ryn and I both to write a letter to each other. Then exchange the letters and read them together before tossing it into the ocean. I’m not very good with expressing my love to Ryn. I’m not romantic in the least bit and with this . . . I just think it’s important to share with each other what is in our hearts.”

“I think that is a beautiful new tradition, Tristan.”

Turning on my heels, I headed back to the door. Before opening it, I looked over my shoulder. “You and Mom read your letters to each other, didn’t you?”

Lifting an eyebrow, he said, “There is not a damn thing I can keep from that woman. Not a damn thing.”

Letting out a chuckle, I opened the door and left my father’s office. Gripping the bottle in my hand, I headed to the barn. I sat on the hay and started planning my future with, Ryn. The more I saw, the happier I was.

Our bottle would surely hit calm seas and rough seas. But it would last though the strongest hurricane. This I felt in the very being of my soul.

Walking through the house, Ryn carried a notebook while she took notes on things that I saw needed to be finished still.

“Looks like we are more than halfway done,” Ryn said with hope in her voice.

Looking toward the ceiling, I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d say we were for sure over halfway done. The only problem I can see are the cabinets. The custom cabinet maker is running a few weeks behind.”

Ryn scrunched up her nose and said, “Crap, I forgot about that. Who picked those stupid cabinets anyway?”

Spinning around on my heels, I looked at her. “I believe it was you.”

Giggling, she took a few steps back. “What? I have no idea what you are talking about. None.”

Reaching her in record time, I pulled her into my arms. All the stress of taking over my family’s ranch and building this house had my nerves shot. I wanted to spend some time with Ryn away from it all. “I need a couple days out of here, Ryn. What do you say we head to the beach?”

Raising her eyebrows, her eyes lit up. “That, sounds like heaven. Would your folks mind?”

“Nah, I bet we could even talk Lark and Azurdee into coming down too.”

Ryn did a little hop. “Yes! Oh that would be amazing, Tristan. I haven’t seen Azurdee since I left Austin.”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I grinned like a crazy fool in love. “I’ll take care of it all. I’ll call Lark tonight.”

Dropping her head back, Ryn let out a moan “Oh man. A few days alone, no parents, no barking dogs.”

Laughing, I pulled her into my arms. “You, my dear, volunteered to help at the puppy doggy care place. I knew you weren’t going to be able to do a couple hours a week.”

Jetting out her lower lip and giving me her best pout, she said, “I can’t help it if I love the dogs. If
someone
let me get a dog of my own, I wouldn’t have to go there so much.”

“Oh no, you are not guiltin’ me into that bullshit. Forget it. No. Dog.”

Giving me a slight push, I took a few steps back. “Fine, but no sex for you tonight.”

Dropping my mouth open, I watched as she walked away. “What? How is that fair in any way?”

Waving her hand as if dismissing me, she put a little extra humph into her hip swing as she continued to walk away from me.

Letting out a laugh, I followed her out of the house and to my truck. Getting in, she looked my way.

“Would it be okay if we spent at least one day and night alone together at the beach? Then we can invite Lark and Azurdee?”

Letting out a deep growl, I wiggled my eyebrows up and down. “Hell yeah, we can have a day or two alone. Leave it up to me, baby. I’ll take care of all the plans. I promise it will be a trip neither one of us will forget.”

Smiling, she settled into the seat. “I can’t wait to see Azurdee and Lark. I have to admit, I miss home.”

A plan began to formulate in my head. I was going to make this trip one Ryn would never forget.

WALKING OUT ONTO THE BACK
deck, I let the ocean breeze hit me in the face. It had seemed like forever ago when Tristan and I were here last. Lark and Azurdee would be here in two days. Tristan said he had a surprise for me and I couldn’t wait to see what it was.

Shivers raced down my body as I felt Tristan’s arms wrap around my body. Dropping my head back against him, I tilted my head, giving him better access. His lips began to lightly graze across my skin.

“I love you, Ryn.”

Feeling the warmth of his love spread through my body, I spoke barely above a whisper, “I love you too, Tristan.”

My eyes were closed as I felt the breeze blow a few brown curls that hung down from my pulled up hair.

“I have a journey I want to go on with you, baby.”

Keeping my eyes closed, a low moan formed at the base of my throat. “I like the sound of that.”

Hot breath hit my neck, causing a throbbing sensation between my legs. Instantly wet, I began having that familiar draw that I couldn’t resist.

“It’s a life long journey of love.”

My eyes snapped opened as I dropped my head forward and I saw the bottle sitting on the railing. My heart slammed against the wall of my chest as my stomach dropped.

The bottle.

Turning around, I looked up into Tristan’s eyes. “The bottle?”

Placing his hand on the side of my face, he gently brushed his thumb across my face. “Azurdee?”

Nodding my head, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. “Tristan . . .” I couldn’t even begin to form the words in my brain to express how I felt. I didn’t need the bottle to confirm Tristan’s commitment to me. Matter of fact, I had forgotten all about it until I opened my eyes and saw it. But knowing the meaning behind it, I’d never in my life felt the way I was feeling this very moment.

“I told my father I wanted to do something different with the tradition. Before, each person wrote their letter and put it in the bottle. I want us to write our letters, but I want to exchange them before we put them into the bottle.”

“You want to read each other’s letter?”

His other hand moved up to my face as he held my face firmly in his hands. “I wish I was more romantic and swept you off your feet more, Ryn. There are so many things I feel in my heart that I want more than anything to express to you. I know by writing it down, I’ll express it better. My hopes and dreams for our future, but my fears from the past as well. I want to share everything with you.”

A small sob escaped through my lips as I placed my hands over Tristan’s. “Tristan,” I whispered as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, soft, and utterly romantic.
How can he even say he doesn’t sweep me off my feet?

Pulling away, he whispered against my lips. “Okay, I know what I want to say.” Dropping his hands, he quickly grabbed the bottle and made his way around the pool and into the house. I stood there stunned. I began to look around as if a joke was being played on me. Rushing into the house, I called out his name. “Tristan?”

“In the office, baby.”

Making my way into the office, Tristan was behind the desk with a piece of paper and pen in his hand. Looking up he said, “I can’t talk, the words are flowing. You need to find a spot to write.”

Pulling my head back, I said, “Um . . . okay . . . well I’ll just go to the kitchen table I guess?”

Pushing a few pages of paper in my direction, he nodded his head. Trying not to laugh, I took the paper and headed to the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table I stared at the paper.

Nothing.

Picking up the paper, I headed outside and sat on the deck overlooking the ocean.

Nothing.

Oh shit. Here Tristan was pouring his heart to me in words and I sat here with not a single thing written down.

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath and slowly blew it out. I thought back to the first time I’d ever seen Tristan. The first time he kissed me, made love to me, looked at me like I was his everything, and the first time he told me he loved me.

Opening my eyes, I looked out over the ocean and smiled. Picking up my pen, I began writing.

Dear Tristan,

I sat here for what seemed like forever, trying to put into words how I feel about you, our hopes, dreams, and desires of what our future will be.

I stared at the paper and nothing would come out. Then it hit me. Life is a journey, much like the journey of love that we will embark on ourselves.

I look at my parents, and your parents, and even Lark and Azurdee. I see people who are madly in love. I also see human beings who will make mistakes and have regrets along their journey. I think what is important though is that they have each other during all of it. The good times and the bad times. They are each other’s strengths.

That is what I want our journey to be. A journey filled with lessons, mistakes, triumphs, good times, bad times, and most of all . . . a journey filled with love.

I’ll never be able to put into words how much I love you. I can show you though. I promise to show you every single day what your love does to me.

My hopes and desires for our journey are simple. A future filled with love and a lot of laughter. The smile on your face when I tell you we are expecting a child, the sound of our baby crying, the feel of your body next to mine every night as we fall asleep, and the touch of your hand when we walk along the beach in our later years.

I love you, Tristan. I promise to love you forever. I promise to never go to sleep when we are fighting, and I promise to always be your strength.

Love,

Kathryn

I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting on the deck before I felt him behind me. Turning, I looked up and saw Tristan gazing down at me. “I wrote like six letters.”

Laughing, I pulled my knees up into my chest as I watched him sit across from me. “You wrote six letters? Damn. I only wrote one.”