“So what happens now?” she asked.
“Now we go home,” I said. “We wake up tomorrow and go to work and have dinner and watch terrible movies and fight about whose turn it is to do the dishes. We do all the boring, normal things that people in love do.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
We stood there for a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms and the quiet peace of the night. Inside, the party continued without us—Isabella dancing with her friends, Vicente holding court with his associates, Leo charming his new conquest. The world kept spinning, life kept happening, but for this moment, it was just us.
Jimmy's final request had taken twelve years to fulfill, had cost both Tara and me more than we'd ever imagined paying. But being here now, feeling her heart beat against mine, I knew it had been worth every moment of pain.
I'd taken care of Tara-bean, just like I'd promised. And somewhere, I hoped Jimmy knew that we were going to be okay. More than okay.
We were going to be happy.