Page 97 of Finding Us

I nod. “Yeah, I know. It just reminded me of . . .”

He pulls me into a hug. “I know. Me, too.”

I hug him back really tight, remembering last spring and realizing how lucky we are to be together.

Garret doesn’t let me go until I let my arms fall back down at my side.

“Why don’t I walk you back?” He wraps his hand around mine. “I can clean this up myself.”

“No, I’m fine now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I smile at him. “I don’t know why I was freaking out like that. You’re not going anywhere. You promised me 80 years, right?”

“It wasn’t really a promise. It was more of an estimated guess of my lifespan based on the Kensington family genes.”

“Still. Nobody can take you away. You’re mine now.”

“And you’re mine.” He leans down and gives me a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

We finish packing up all the stuff, load it in the car, and drive home. When we get there, Sean is outside. He comes up to the car.

“Need some help?” Sean’s dimples appear as he smiles. He’s in a good mood, as usual.

“Sure. Thanks,” Garret says. “Jade, you can go in and get ready.”

“I’ll just get my bag.” I grab it from the back seat.

Harper comes out her door just as I’m going into mine. She runs over, meeting me inside and giving me a hug. “So? How was it?”

“It was great! Thanks for helping Garret do all that.”

“I had fun setting it up. Sean and I might do the same thing before the summer ends.” She follows me upstairs to the bedroom. “Come on, Jade. I need details! Did you guys get any sleep? Or did you just do it all night? How many times did you do it?”

“Harper!” Her questions just prove that people are thinking these things about Garret and me. That’s just great. Now I’ll be blushing the rest of the day whenever anyone looks at us.

“What? You’re not going to tell me?” She sits down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest.

“No. I’m not giving you details. You know how embarrassed I get about this stuff.”

“Did you wear the lingerie I packed?” She watches as I take some clothes from the bag and toss them in the hamper.

“Um, no. I never had a chance to.”

She takes a moment to think about what that might mean.

“Just forget it, Harper. I don’t want your mind even going there.”

She laughs. “Too late.”

“I hope you don’t talk with Sean about this stuff. You don’t, do you?”

“No, this is just between you and me. So did the juice work?”

Now I’m laughing. “Would you please not talk about this?”

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