This is such a sweet chapter!
“I brought reinforcements,” he said. “Mushrooms, basil, parmesan. And garlic bread. The good kind.”
I love the intimacy of his knowing what uber-specific brand of garlic bread she finds luxurious.
“I figured,” he said, setting the bag down, “if we’re learning to prioritize, we should start with dinner.”
CUTE call-back!
and the candle between them flickered like it had something to say.
LOVE this personification!
Clark handed her a dish towel, grinning. “Tight end.”
Hey! Half the title!!
He nodded. “Good hands. Decent speed.”
She smirked. “That tracks.”
And she still didn’t know the full truth.
YES! Tell her!
Before he could say anything else, it hit him.
A distant cry. A siren. A heartbeat out of rhythm.
Ugh!!! (Well done!)
“You’re going to leave,” she said softly.
Her knowing is crushing.
