Page 149 of From Air

He hums and nods. “You’ll like Texas.”

I like Calvin Fitzgerald. And if I’d let my heart trump my brain, I’d be looking for a full-time position in Missoula. But Fitz wants me to fly for a bit so I never regret not traveling before having a family. So I plan on finding jobs that coincide with fire season and taking thewinters off to hibernate with him in Missoula. And the rest will happen in the right time.

I ground him.

And he makes me soar.

When he releases me, he slides the jar into my backpack before hiking it over his shoulder next to his. Then he offers me his hand, and I take it. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out.”

“I love you, Fitzy.”

I only see the side of his face, half his ginormous grin. “I know you do.”

I don’t know why I expect any other answer. “And you love me.”

“Too much.”

Our love is magic.

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