“It’s Linda,” Kyle muttered, checking his text message. “She says that Hope is awake, and having a ball wooing all the staff.”
I smiled and rose from Kyle’s lap.
“Reality beckons,” I joked climbing back into the car. Kyle joined me and started the engine.
“This is gonna be good, baby. You won’t regret this, I promise,” he vowed, taking my hand and claiming it with a kiss.
“I know.” And I did.
We had a long road ahead of us. Nothing would be smooth and perfect. There was still so much hurt and sadness, so many unknown elements.
We still had to deal with Rachel’s murder trial, my mother’s return from the grave, Kyle’s meddling father, and all our own insecurities and doubts.
But for the first time, in what felt like forever, I had a plan, a map for my future.
And all roads led to Kyle Carter.