Page 98 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“Are you gonna sneak me into the bridal room above the garage?”

He chuckles. “Maybe later, but first.” He guides us through the cars and to the swings.

“Oh, memory lane,” I say.

“The girl in the purple dress.” He walks behind the swing and holds it for me.

“Damn, Fisher replaced our swing set with a fancy new one.” I sit down and he sits in the swing next to me.

“At least this one will hold us. That other one was full of rust, even back then.”

“You’ve always watched out for me.”

He leans toward me, pulling the chain of my swing so I’m closer to him. “And I’ll keep doing it for the rest of my life, wife.”

“You better not get sick of that term since you’ll be using it for the long haul.”

“Oh.” He smiles. “I don’t know about that. There’s still mom.”

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