She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “What is it?”
“‘Walk with me. We’ll figure out where we’re going later.’”
So simple. “I love it.” Her smile slid clear down into her heart and she took his hand. “I love you.” It might not be the most romantic saying. It wasn’t:
Shakespeare.
Byron.
Nicholas Sparks.
No more running. Not from weddings or each other or love. Not from lies or fear or limits.
Sean kissed her lips and smiled. “Ready to walk with me?”
“Yes.”
He reached into the Sea Hopper and grabbed her dog. With her hand in his, the three of them walked side by side up the dock and into a future full of real love and genuine possibilities.