Page 208 of Camp Bliss
It’s just one of the reasons why making her happy is at the top of my list every day.
In my arms, I feel her breathing level out. I loosen my hold, hook a knuckle under her chin, and tilt up her face.
I smile down at her. “God, I love you.”
She blinks away fresh tears, but she does it smiling. “I love you, Zach. So much, baby.”
I kiss her lips. Then each damp cheek. Then the tip of her nose.
“You feeling up for some dinner?”
She shrugs, wrinkling her nose. “Maybe.”
I narrow my gaze at her. “Pancakes?”
The left side of her mouth curls in the most demure grin. “I mean… ifyouwant pancakes, I wouldn’t say no.”
Laughter booms from me.
“Pancakes it is.”
I fire up the Polaris, thread my fingers through Greta’s, and aim us toward the sunset.
And pancakes.
