Page 66 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Beau nodded into her neck, relaxing as she drew lazy circles over his back. “I am now.” And even though he was, Beau let Sienna hold him for a moment longer before pulling back. “Here. Put this on.” He offered her the bag.

“What’s that?”

“Nota present for Henry.”

Sienna pressed her lips together, the look on her face telling Beau she was borderline annoyed.

“What?” he asked.

“Easy on the presents.”

“I haven’t bought you anything,” Beau countered.

Sienna narrowed her eyes. “You bought me agalaxy,” she reminded him, motioning at the nightstand where the leather book sat.

“You think pretty highly of yourself,” he teased. “It wasn’t a galaxy, just a handful of stars in our solar system. Besides, this is less of a present and more of a uniform.”

“Since when does Neiman Marcus sell jock straps and jerseys?”

Beau laughed. “I could keep going all night with you like this, but we’re going to lose the light.”

“The light?”

Beau shoved the bag at Sienna and sat on her bed as she reached into it. “Biker chick uniform.”

The bag fell to the floor as Sienna held the black, leather jacket in her hands, turning it back and forth. “So that was your bike in the stadium?” she asked, and Beau hummed affirmatively in response, recalling the wave of nostalgia that broke across Sienna’s face that day. “Youreallyride a motorcycle?”

“Not normally. I was going to take you out on my sparkly pink huffy but one of the training wheels got a flat.”

Sienna held the jacket against her chest.

“Wish list, right?”

She pressed her lips together, taking a breath. “Wish list.” Her smile beamed right into Beau, bringing one to his own face. “Let me use the bathroom.”

When she stepped through the door, Beau pulled out his phone that continued to vibrate with messages from Chase.

You know the Super Bowl is priceless.

Priceless,Beau scoffed to himself.Of course it’s priceless.

Through the bathroom door, Sienna hummed over the running water as she washed her hands. His eyes looked to the hallway, where he saw Sienna’s old room, and realized he had never entered it through the door. Beau flipped his palm up, remembering the feel of the window track pressed against it as he would hoist himself in and through, never landing gracefully. The thud of his body always drew a whispered giggle from Sienna, and he would shush her by pressing his lips to hers.

Beau could have always entered the room with a little more stealth. But that small laugh she released was a sound he looked forward to each day. It was only after giving it up that he learned small ordinary moments with the right person—where there was no confetti, no celebratory music, no trophy—could be priceless as well, so much so that he carried them with him for more than fifteen years.

LA is dead for me. Move Dallas forward, I’ll sign next week.

Hitting send, Beau waited for the text to go through before turning off his phone, knowing his agent would call him immediately.What Chase doesn’t understand isI’ve got a lot of priceless memories already.He stood, placing his phone on the dresser beside a photo of Sienna and Grace—they both had shaved heads and even though the photo saddened him, the sentiment was swept aside and instead he was captured with pride over the pair’s strength and perseverance. When Sienna came out of the bathroom, he was tracing both of their nearly identical faces.

“Ready?” she asked, slipping on the jacket.

Beau nodded and took her hand.

She motioned to the phone on the dresser. “You don’t need that?”

“Definitely not. I’ll get it when I drop you off.” Gently, he tugged her hand, leading Sienna out of the room. “Let’s go fly a bike, baby.”

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