Page 95 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” Pippa asked with a friendly smile.

“Yes, thank you.”

He paid for her purchases despite her protest. Nash carried the paper bag as he held the door open for her. It was only a matter of time before they saw their first snowfall.

“Now, we need to grab a couple hot drinks and treats from The Stardust Café before we go to our next destination.” Nash looked both ways before taking her hand and crossing the street.

“There’s more to this surprise?” She stopped on the sidewalk.

He smoothed a piece of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Of course.”

“Okay, fine, but I’m paying this time,” she insisted.

He scowled. “But it’s my surprise.”

“Technically you told me what we’re doing here, so it’s preparation for the surprise.”

He shook his head, grumbling. “Fine.”

Satisfied, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

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ISABELLA

Thirty minutes later they sat in his truck, facing the crashing waves of the ocean as the wind whipped against the side of the vehicle with a vengeance. He had the heat on, keeping them snug and warm, protected from the elements.

“It’s a cold one today.” She shivered.

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. “You need the heat turned up?”

“No, I’m good.” She reached for the decaf latte she’d picked out and wrapped her hands around the cup, savoring the warmth.

Her phone dinged. She pulled it out and swiped the message open.

Phillip: Sending you and Eli all the love and light today. I’d love to come and visit sometime soon. Let me know when works for you. I’ll call Eli later.

Isabella typed out a quick reply and set her phone on the dashboard.

Nash didn’t move his arm from around her. Instead, he grabbed his own drink, taking a sip and gazing out at the wild waters crashing against the shoreline not more than ten yards in front of them.

“Thank you for today. I definitely needed this distraction.”

He turned to her. “You’re welcome.”

The wind whistled, making the truck shudder.

“You want to talk about him? I mean, you don’t have to, but you can . . . if you want.” Nash’s voice wavered, like he was unsure. It was endearing.

“Robert was my best friend.”

Nash stiffened, but she pushed forward. “He was a great dad, and he really tried to be a good husband.”

He cut her a questioning glance.

“Eli doesn’t know this, but we were about to get a divorce before his ALS diagnosis.”

“What?”

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