“You know, for a guy who only ever said or did the wrong thing in the past, you’re doing pretty great with the pep talks lately,” she said, trying to sound a little more lighthearted even while she plucked a white handkerchief out of his breast pocket and blew her nose inelegantly. “How do you always manage to say the right thing?”
“In this instance, I’m not saying anything you don’t already know.” He stroked her hair back and kissed her sweetly.
She was getting used to his kisses, and it scared her because one day he wouldn’t be around to give her any more. She dreaded the inevitability of that day.
They left the hospital hand in hand, Christian carrying Zach’s ashes. When they reached the car, Camile turned to him impulsively.
“Could we . . . do you think we could do it today?”
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