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“You know, if we are able to get through things like this, we’re going to be a pretty awesome couple.”
He smiles down at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Why do you think?”
“Why are we back to you not answering questions?”
I giggle. “Because most of what couples fail to do is communicate. I never want that to be us. If we can just talk, we’ll find our way through anything.”
“What happened before I left . . . that . . .”
“Was awful.”
Jacob nods in agreement. “I won’t leave like that again.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Good. Now, we have a date at a middle school play, and I’m not going to be late.”
I release a long sigh and give him a peck. “Fine, but you’re coming home and going straight to bed.”
“And tonight, you and I are going to make love. This is my warning, so get your argument ready.”
I take a step back, giving him a coy smile. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be arguing.”
“Damn right, you won’t.”
“You’re mine, and I’m going to love you for a long time.”
He makes a playful growl and kisses me hard. “I like the sound of that. I’m hoping we have forever.”
“Me too, Jacob. Me too.”
Forever sounds just about perfect to me.
Chapter Forty-One
Jacob
I’ve played a superhero the last two years. I started off as this guy who was average and then found a suit that made him heroic. That was what I loved the most about being the Navigator. I was just a guy who could do extraordinary things. I’ve never, in my actual life, experienced what he did—until now.
“Jacob! Jacob! You’re alive! You’re okay!” Clarissa says as she rushes toward Brenna and me. “Are you okay?”
“I am. I’m good.”
Clarissa is playing Sandy. For all the crap she gave me in the beginning, she was the best for the part. Even if I wanted to stick her in the chorus line for being a pain during auditions.
“We were so worried,” one of the kids in the back says.
Another voice louder. “We thought you were dead.”
“Thankfully, I’m not.”
“Why did you leave to go to California anyway?” Candi asks.
Leave it to the kids to bring up the one part of this conversation I was hoping to avoid. I look to Brenna, but there’s no anger on her face, just a soft smile. I guess surviving a plane crash really helps with letting go of the original fight.
Not that I plan to use that ever again.
