Saint:
I slid into the driver’s seat of the truck, glancing over at Shay as she got in. There was something about the way she moved today—more confident, like she was starting to find comfort in this whole mess of a life we’d built together. The way she looked at me as if I could be the one to make her feel safe, like everything was okay. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
I started the engine, pulling out of the driveway, and I could feel the quiet hum between us as we headed toward the edge of town.
“Where are we going?” Shay asked, her voice curious, but there was a softness to it that made my chest tighten. It was like she really wanted to know, like she trusted me to take her somewhere good. Somewhere that mattered.
“It’s a surprise,” I said, grinning to myself. The last thing
