“Part owner?”
His heart hammered so hard he was quite sure she might be able to hear it. “We could do it together, like partners, or something.”
“Or something?”
Chance lost his patience. He’d expected a better reaction, well certainly he had assumed her reaction would be better than this. She appeared flustered, confused. He drew her in his arms. “I want us to be together in every sense of the word. I want us to share a life. Sure, it will take time, and this is all new, and you can take it as slow as you want…but eventually, I think we need to build a life with each other.”
“And the pub is a part of that?”
“Yes, it is. It’s a commitment we make to each other and to our future. We will work on it and build it up.”
She blinked her eyes. “But…the money…”
“I have some, enough for a deposit…more than that actually, and we can get a loan for you, and then we share the profit and you pay off the loan from it.”
“You have it all planned out.”
Had he overestimated her zeal to stay with him? Or perhaps she just wasn’t ready for a commitment like this? He wasn’t sure what she was thinking. He hated to feel on the edge. He was so unsure, so uncertain. “It was just an idea. If you don’t like it, it’s ok.”
“I love it.”
He dared not believe he heard her right. “What?”
Throwing her arms around his neck, she planted a kiss on his cheek. “I love the idea. We make something together. It will be ours, and we are going to be best bar in town. People will flock over from miles to have a beer at our tables.”
Her excitement rubbed off on him. He caught her around the waist and whirled her about. She laughed. Chance saw a few people look over and smile. They made a stunning couple. And now, they were business partners. Nothing could spoil this moment, nothing at all. “You want this to happen?” he asked.
“Oh yes, I do.” He set her down and gazed into her eyes. “I do, really. And I do have the money to make a deposit with you so we can be fifty percent partners. It’s the perfect place, the perfect opportunity, and you are the perfect man to do this with.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you for thinking about me like this. It makes me very happy.”
“I do miss that Riley who fought me every inch of the way,” he complained.
She tucked her hand under his arm. “And you are going to get her back very soon. I’ll have some definite ideas on the location of our bar, and the décor, and the food, and the ambiance.”
He rolled his eyes, excited by her exuberance. He had imagined he would have to browbeat her into agreeing to this, but she seemed eager, willing. “Oh dear God, what have I gotten myself into?”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Wow! This is exciting. I can totally imagine doing this. We’re going to have a great time finalizing all the things.”
They would. Yes, he could see them fighting over everything and then finally coming up with the perfect compromise. Chance looked forward to it. As he gazed far to the right, his attention was caught by the man who pulled a cap down and walked away. Had that guy been looking at them from a distance? No. It couldn’t be her brother. He wouldn’t dare lurk in this town when he knew that the police were after him. Wesley was in trouble, and surely he was miles away.
He watched the man walk away and resisted the urge to follow him. “We’re going to make a success of it.”
“Sure, we will.”
They strolled down, hand in hand, and Riley discussed her plans. Chance also had some good ideas, and as they bickered and quarreled and discussed, he enjoyed looking at her face that was glowing with excitement. “Where should we have lunch?” she asked.
“Are you sure you want to have my opinion on this?”
She patted his shoulder. “Oh yes, love. I do want your opinion on