He’s grinning.
The ache in my cheeks means I’m grinning, too.
He glances over. “Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”
“I’m thinking we’re a couple of lunatics.”
That makes him chuckle. “Aye. But my crazy matches your crazy. That’s why it works.”
I look down at the diamond tennis bracelet he clasped around my wrist before we left. It glitters, catching the waning light and sending a shower of colorful sparks across the windows.
For a moment, I’m blinded. Then the sparks clear, and I lift my gaze to the horizon. It stretches off across the city and out to the sapphire bay. The Atlantic is a rippling ribbon of dark blue far beyond.
I wish Nat were here to see this.
I miss my best friend with a fierce, sudden ache. An ache that worsens when I consider that she lives in New York now. The
