Page 117 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Peeking over her shoulder, Sienna raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”

“Before you get annoyed, it’s also for Grace,” Beau said in defense, and when Sienna slowly twisted around in curiosity, he continued, “I don’t know much about lavender. But I do know the best place to see it is in France. You told me that.”

Sienna nodded. “Provence.”

“And it happens to be in the summer, when I’ll be busy.”

“Okay... ”

“And Grace is out of school.”

“Right... ”

Beau sighed. “Some stuff on your wish list was really a mother-daughter thing. You’re going with Grace this summer. Like you planned to do with your mom.”

Sienna’s mouth fell. “Beau—”

“Of all the people I have to share you with, I’m glad it’s her. I hope she’ll feel the same about me one day. If she’ll have me, I hope we can be a family one day.”

Sienna closed the small space between them, hiding her face in his neck. “We already are,” she whispered as his arms enveloped her.

“Yeah?”

Sienna sighed against his skin, pulling back. “You can always forgive family, Beau. I forgave my Mom. And I forgave you.”

Overwhelmed by the thick emotion behind her words, Beau cupped Sienna’s cheek and kissed her. “I want to give you the world,” he confessed against her lips.

None of that had ever changed for Beau. The grief that dimmed Sienna’s eyes when she returned to Brookwood in high school, and the pain and fear her daughter’s illness had drowned them with as they stared at each other fifteen years later on the field had only made him more determined.

Sienna stepped back, smiling. “You already have.”

She raised her arms up to the sky and leaned back over the basket, knowing Beau would hold her safely as she dipped. And when Sienna straightened before turning around to admire the view, Beau knew the only thing more beautiful in the world than floating through a sunrise over sweeping canyons was seeing it through the eyes of someone who has walked through the dark for so long.

* * *

“Are you okay?” Sienna asked Beau when the plane hit the tarmac smoothly. She tilted her head. “Beau?”

Beau had spent much of the plane ride back to Texas a ball of anxiety, the comedown after such a high trip leaving him wondering if he could stand going back to life on the ground—separate homes, cars, kitchens. It pained him thinking about not seeing Sienna’s bed head when she pushed off the covers, stretching side to side as if she was preparing to get out of bed before quickly retreating back to her pillow.

She does that every day.

He frowned.

“I want to stay in the dream,” Beau admitted sheepishly, looking at his lap. “I’m not ready to wake up, I guess.”

Sienna reached out, taking his hand.

He tried to laugh it off. “I did this for you, and here I am wondering how I can steal you away for another few days. I don’t want to wake up without you.” Beau grimaced at the thought.

“Then don’t wake up. Come for a sleepover.”

“Back to the window, huh?”

Sienna smiled sadly. “Grace isn’t akidexactly, but I need to have a conversation with her. It’s her home too.” She shrugged before adding, “And Henry’s.”

Beau bowed his head forward. “God help me.”

Laughing, Sienna ran her hand up through Beau’s brown locks. “I’ll figure it out. Do you want to know a secret?” She dipped her head to whisper, “I don’t want to wake up without you either.”

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