Page 92 of Forgotten Romance

“No way. You know I love kids.”

That poor man has forgotten so much. “Give them five minutes and you’ll regret that.”

“Is that Davey down by the bouncy house?”

“Yup.”

“We’ll send him up.” Keller takes Will’s hand, and as they walk away, I hear Will ask, “Think we’ll be allowed on the bouncy house too?”

Keller’s going to have his hands full with his boyfriend, but he’s happy, so that’s all that matters.

Davey walks up a moment later, gaze sliding from me up to the Ferris wheel and back again. “Keller and a stranger have kidnapped our children.”

“You know Will.”

“Barely.”

I grin because he’s trying to act suspicious, but he keeps glancing over my head.

I hold up the tickets. “Want to take a ride with me?”

He snorts, and it takes me a second to realize how that sounded.

“I mean on the Ferris wheel! That sounded a whole lot more romantic in my head.”

“I’m not so sure it did. Either way, taking a ride with you sounds top of my list.”

Idiot. I squash my amusement, and we hand over our tickets as an empty basket reaches the bottom. Davey climbs in behind me, sitting so close our thighs are touching.

It’s not until the ride starts again that he says anything.

“Remember … remember how we always used to do this?”

“Yup.” I lean in closer for more of that body warmth. “I wanted that again.”

“Remember how it started?”

Surprisingly, I hadn’t until he asked that question. “Wait … you’re scared of heights, aren’t you?”

He chuckles, little puffs of white coming from between his lips. “Very.”

“Shit. We can get off?”

Davey quickly shakes his head and looks at me. His brown eyes look bright in the multicolored lights flashing around us, and he’s so close I can make out every freckle. The ground falls behind, and he doesn’t look away.

“Remember how you distracted me? That first time?”

My gut squirms pleasantly. “A kiss at the top.”

“Yeah …” The word is a whisper. A question. A sound that makes my heart sing. We kiss a lot now. More than we did in those last few years of being married, but still nowhere near as much as I’d like.

This feels different.

Like a meeting of who we were and who we are and who we’re going to be. And who I’m going to be is a better husband and father. Because I’ll be a better person to myself as well. And as we sit there, watching each other, slowly climbing toward the top, I know I want to remarry him. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I know I want to give him everything he wants and everything that never occurred to him to ask for.

After waiting what feels like forever, we come to a shuddering stop, high above the fair. Davey’s hands are fists in his lap, and I slide a hand over one of them, wriggling my fingers until they’re linked with his.

When my lips find his, it’s warm. Welcoming. The type of kiss that sends shivers from my mouth down to my toes. He’s a blazing heat against my eternal chill, and as the kiss deepens, as his hand finds the back of my head, and we lean closer, press deeper, a tear slips out onto my cheek.

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