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The way the water shimmered in the sunlight, it almost looked like he had wings.
He kissed her as if she belonged to him, as naturally as if she were some long-lost part of him that he could at last reclaim.
She had a bouquet of wild white peonies in her hand. Strange. They were Luce’s favorites. And it was so hard to find them in bloom around here.
Cam was so much clearer, easier to figure out. Like he was algebra and Daniel was calculus. And she had always loved calculus, the way it sometimes took an hour to figure out a single proof.
“If you come to a place more than once with the same person,” Daniel said, almost to himself, “I guess it isn’t yours alone anymore.”
She shouldn’t feel safe anywhere after what had just happened to Todd, but next to Daniel, Luce felt like she was breathing easy for the first time in days.
“Those are chardonnay grapes,” he said, wincing because when a plant felt pain, so did he.
“Since when do you exercise willingly? I don’t like this new side of you.”
Daniel was standing behind him, rubbing his wrist. “Keep your hands off her.”
“I said keep your filthy hands off her, you evil piece of shit.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid.” He closed his eyes. “I think you’re the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And”—he swallowed, opening his eyes to look directly at her—“the most beautiful.”
And everything felt so right, like she had been destined for Daniel, and he for her.
“The person I fall in love with each time is you.”
“We meet. We always meet, somehow we’re always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.”
The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.
“I do all of these things,” Daniel said, leaning into her so that their foreheads touched, “because you’re my love, Lucinda. For me, you’re all there is.”
“Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it’s a good way to get yourself killed.”
“You’re the human equivalent of a migraine.”
“So trust myself even when I can’t trust those around me?” she asked, feeling like this was part of what Daniel meant.
“I—I can’t live without you, Luce. I love you. It matters not just to me, but …” He hesitated, then shook his head. “Don’t worry about any of that now. Only know that I will come for you.”
Fight for the only thing she knew that was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything. Love.
