I knew it. The dimples always worked.
"I phoned my mom when I was at the cabin. I told her about you, about us. Not everything, but enough to give her an idea."
Red squeezed my hand, looked up at me with worry in her eyes.
"I told her you're obsessed with me and that-"
"Caleb!"
"Kidding." When she slapped my arm again, I laughed. "I told her I'd found my girl, and she said she's looking forward to meeting you."
She rested her head on my shoulder.
"I love you," I whispered.
I saw her eyes darken, felt her body stiffen for a moment before she relaxed and leaned close to me. She laid her cheek against my chest, listening to my heartbeat as her arms wrapped around me. Actions speak louder than words, I realized with a smile.
And that, I thought happily as I closed my eyes and rested my chin on top of her head, was her answer. She had done this before-rested her cheek against my chest-but I hadn't recognized it for what it was.
I knew what it meant now.