“My pleasure.”
“We’ll take turns, huh? Catching each other?” she asked.
“I hope so. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”
“I think you’re going to be fine.”
“That’s good.”
She met his eyes for a second before he had to look back at the road, and the trust she found there amazed her. So much vulnerability and hope in this man. So much promise for the two of them.
He wasn’t the kind of guy a woman wanted to pin her hopes and dreams on. Not at all.
But that was good, because she wasn’t the kind of woman who wanted to pin her hopes and dreams on a guy.
Not anymore.
She wanted to live every moment, every breath, as if she might not get another one. To choose, again and again, to be the most authentic version of herself.
For a woman like that, Ben was perfect.
“I think we’re going to be great,” she said.
His crooked smile was full of boyish excitement. Happy Ben. Happy all the way through.
He hooked his arm out the window and tapped his fingers against the van door, counting down the miles to New York.