Page 185 of Summer After Summer
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“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one.”
“Hmm. I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
“I have no doubt.”
My watch buzzes with a reminder. “If you’re coming, we should get a move on.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll meet you in the driveway in thirty minutes.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We grin at each other and kiss again, and it’s lighter now because this is not a goodbye, but another step in our next beginning.
Whatever happens in London will be what it is. There’s always the clay court season after that if I feel like it. And beyond that, I know that Fred and I will have summer after summer to build our future.
And all the seasons in between too.
