“What about Santa Barbara?” she asked. “I thought that was your dream.”
“You’re my dream,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Jack Tanner,” Abby said, her eyes filling, but she didn’t care. “I love the way you hold me, the way you listen, the way you look at me when you want the last sip of beer but let me have it anyway. Every time you kiss me I fall more and more in love with you.”
With a smile that spoke right to her heart, Tanner kissed her, soft and sweet, and he was right, it tasted like home.
“Every. Time,” he whispered, and when he pulled back, Abby was sitting on his lap, her arms tight around his neck.
“Every time,” she agreed.
“So, is that a yes?”
“Jack, it’s been a yes from the moment we met.”