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She leaned in. “Wondering what?”
She pulled him inside. And that was the beginning of the rest of their lives.
She was quiet for a long moment. Then she stood, pulled him up, and led him outside into the cold, clear night. The parking lot was empty except for his truck and her rental car. The stars were fierce and unforgiving.
She kissed him. It tasted like salt and whiskey and hope. Sunday came too fast. They spent forty-eight hours doing nothing and everything—driving back roads, cooking bad pasta, sleeping tangled in his too-small bed. They didn’t fix the past. They didn’t promise the future. They just were .
Dan’s throat tightened. “No.”