Chapter Thirty-Six - Mac
Eloise Hatcher steps into the hangar wearing a long, red wool coat with a black belt that cinches at her waist. Her knee-high black boots hide her delicious legs, and the only thing on my mind is whether or not they have a zip-up back for easy removal.
Get it together, Mac. This is your only chance to win her over. You will not fuck her senseless until she buys into the dream.
I’m not sure what to expect, but the blush and hidden smile is a good indicator that I did good.
Scout whimpers and her tail swishes on the dirty concrete floor.
Ellie is shaking her head as she walks towards me, her hands buried deep in her pockets, the wind from the helicopter out on the tarmac gently tossing her hair around her face.
I cannot take my eyes off her. She looks… incredible. Perfect.
“Who’s this?” she asks, nodding her head to the puppy, who is huge for eight months old.
“Scout,” I say. At the mere mention of her name, Scout jumps up and paws at Ellie, desperately trying to lick her face. “Sorry,” I say. “She’s been to five obedience schools, but—” I laugh and throw up my hands in a shrug. “Girls will be girls. Only obedient when they want to be.”
Ellie bends down and lets the dog give her kisses. “I had one just like her when I was a kid.”
“I know,” I say softly. Ellie looks up at me, her eyes red, like she’s been crying. God, I hope I didn’t do that. “I bought her last summer after we… Ming told me. You know, it took me a long time of wondering about all those dream things before I finally put the pieces together.”
Ellie stands up and hugs her arms tightly around her chest. “Look, I know it was ridiculous and delusional. But it just—”
“Was never meant for me,” I finish for her. “I know. But what I need you to know, Eloise Hatcher, is that board I made, filled with all my own delusional dreams… well, that was meant for you.”
“Is it real?” she asks.
I nod slowly. And then I extend my hand. “Come with me, Miss Hatcher. I have something to show you.”
She puts her hand in mine and I lead her and Scout out towards the helicopter. Scout jumps in like a pro and settles in the empty front seat, like she knows she’s the co-pilot here. I hold Ellie’s hand to keep her steady as she climbs in and then get in after her, taking a moment to give the pilot a thumbs up after I whoosh the door closed.
I hold her hand tight as we ascend and head east. We don’t talk. It’s too loud, and what I have to say is soft. So I wait until we touch down on the helipad I had built out on the side of the house just after I purchased it last summer.
It was a crazy move on my part. But she wanted this house. This piece of land. And this dog. So I got it all with hope in my heart. Hope that she would forgive me for treating her dreams like they are something to be ashamed of.
I slide the door open and give the pilot another thumbs up. Scout waits her turn for once, as I get out and help Ellie with the same steady hand that helped her get in.
I will be crushed if she rejects me today, but I will give her the house anyway. I will give her the dream, even if I can’t be a part of it. It’s all in her name anyway. Even Scout’s registration papers.
We duck into the wind of the helicopter blades and then it takes off and the world goes suddenly silent.
Ellie looks out at the barn and pasture beyond the house. “Is that…?”
“Sheep,” I say, laughing at the absurdity of it. “Every good sheepdog needs some sheep. She chases the hell out of them now, but I’m sure she’ll come around.”
Ellie lets out a long breath of air and then turns to face me. I’m still holding one hand, but I take the other one too. “Eloise, I love you. And I missed you so bad, it was torture. So I consoled myself by trying to make your dreams come true. I don’t want to do any of this without you, so if you say no to a second chance, I’ll understand and it’s all yours. No hard feelings. No resentment. No debt to be paid back. I just want you to have the dream.”
Ellie stares at me, then her beautiful face scrunches up. “No hard feelings? Well… I’m kind of disappointed in that, McAllister.”
“What?” I say, caught off guard.
“Well,” she says, looking at me sideways with a coy grin on her face. “A man should fight for the woman he loves. Maybe you don’t love me?”
“Hell.” I laugh. “I’m a lying fuck, Miss Hatcher. I have a dungeon in the basement where I plan to tie you up and never let you go if you tell me to get lost.”
She bursts out laughing, her cheeks bright pink from the wind and the cold. Scout jumps up and down at our change in mood, tugging on the leash until I drop it and take Ellie in my arms. “Is that a yes, Ellie? To our second chance at the delusional dream life? Will you help make all the things that never happened to us happen now? Because I want this.” I drop her hands and spread my arms wide. “I want all of this, but I only want it with you.”
“I want it, Mac. I want you, and her,” she says, nodding towards a running Scout. “And this. And the dream. Not just any dream, but our dream.”
“Then let me take you inside. Because I have a lot to show you. I’ve been so busy in my delusional world since we last saw each other.”
Her hands latch on to my arm and she leans her head into my shoulder as we walk up towards the house.
“But we’ll have to order out for dinner. There’s no food here.”
“Nothing?” she asks. “You haven’t been living here?”
“Without you?” I scoff. “Never.”
“Well, I can’t wait to grocery-shop with you, Maclean Callister,” Ellie says with a sigh.
“I take that back,” I say. “I do have one edible thing in the house. But we won’t be using it for toast tonight.”
Ellie leans into my chest and her laugh comes out as a mist of air from her mouth. I lean down and kiss her lips. So warm. So familiar. So ready.
“Butter will never be the same. And neither will the kitchen table. Because I’m going to bend you over it the moment we get inside.”
Yeah.
This is perfect.
Every bit of this is perfect.
But only because Ellie is my Mrs. Perfect.