Page 47 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
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“Okay, we’ll leave you two to it.” Lyric takes Ranson’s hand and exits.
They close the door behind them and hear Aimee and Patrick going at it.
“Oh, I do not need to listen to this,” Lyric says.
“Me neither.” They head to their side of the yacht where they can’t hear their friends, and toast with a test batch of the rum.
“To you, Lyric Fuqua. You entered my life, and now I can’t picture it without you. I love you.”
“I love you, too … Rancid.”
Ranson rolls his eyes.
“I’m sorry. That shit is still hilarious.” Lyric claps her hands and cackles.
Ranson pulls her to him and tickles her, making her burst into a fit of giggles.
