Chapter 9It was the best night of Cindi’s life. At some time during the evening, among battalions of shiny balloons and towers of profiteroles, Tara took the last step into her heart and claimed a place forever.
It took a while for Cindi to understand. The realization, and the whole picture, were revealed at intervals. It came during kisses when Tara’s hand cradled her jaw, and the other stroked her fingers.
“You’re amazing, kind, clever,” Tara said. “And definitely hot!”
It simmered throughout the worse jokes Cindi could tell when Tara laughed until she cried. “Nobody cracks me up like you do.”
The final and irrevocable piece of the puzzle slotted into place at the end of a tender moment, where Tara talked of how worried she’d been about letting down her parents. “Now, I don’t mind te
