“You should have.” I smiled, and it felt a bit wobbly. “I was talking about your family. They were standing on the steps of the house. I love them.” I love you. The words blasted into my mind, but I kept them to myself. I needed to see how the rest of this would go before I confessed to something like that. “I realized that later. It just took me time. And a bit of a walloping from my grandmother.” “She knows about us?” “She does. She always did. Or at least, she knew something was up, but she liked you enough to want to see where it went.”
