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“Why not enjoy what we have while it’s here,”
“What was your mom like?” A smile grew on her face. “She loved books.” “Runs in the family.”
I could picture it. “I just had the worst date of my life,” I’d tell her. She’d hold a hand up. “The worst date of your life so far.”
“Don’t practice with Beck.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. His gaze locked on mine. “You want to practice? You practice with me.”
“He said I’m fine. I feel fine. Beck didn’t see any sign of concussion.” I shook my head hard and pulled into my driveway. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Her chest shook with laughter. “He’s literally a doctor.” I put the car in park and turned to her. “We don’t know that.” My mouth lifted in a grin.
I woke up a few mornings later with a smile on my face, Hannah in my arms, and the sun streaming into the bedroom. And I thought surfing was heaven.
Not far from town, there was a forest trail where someone left a bike against a tree decades ago, and the tree had grown around it. They were one now. There was no cutting them apart without destroying the bike or killing the tree. My heart clutched hard. That was like Wyatt and me. He was part of me now.
“I’m coming with you if the offer still stands. Wherever you go, I want to be there too, because I love you. And I’m in love with you. I lied when I said you were my practice guy.” Her face crumpled. “That was a terrible, terrible lie, and I said it because I wanted to make it sound like you didn’t mean anything but you do.” Her gaze lifted to me, pained and full of affection. “You mean everything to me. I want to be brave with you.”
