Page 185 of Summer After Summer

“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one.”

“Hmm. I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

“I have no doubt.”

My watch buzzes with a reminder. “If you’re coming, we should get a move on.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll meet you in the driveway in thirty minutes.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

We grin at each other and kiss again, and it’s lighter now because this is not a goodbye, but another step in our next beginning.

Whatever happens in London will be what it is. There’s always the clay court season after that if I feel like it. And beyond that, I know that Fred and I will have summer after summer to build our future.

And all the seasons in between too.

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