Page 164 of Kai
Like coming home.
And Christ, I am absolutely not telling her any of that yet.
“Firecracker?”
“What?”
“Everything is gonna be okay. Believe me?”
“You know what? For some dumb reason, I do. Oh, and if Father Peter starts ordering flowers, I'll let you know.”
I laugh.
Then she laughs too.
Finally.
The sound hits me right in the chest.
“Goodnight, Kai.”
“Goodnight, Baby.”
Neither of us hangs up.
Then, she whispers into the phone.
“Hey, Kai?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Now, I’m whispering too.
My heart is galloping inside of my chest.
Shit, I think I love this woman.
No, I know I do.
“For caring more about the creepy substitute than the engagement rumor.”
I smile.
Because she still doesn't get it. And that’s okay. She will soon enough.
“Mary?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you wearing?”
“KAI!”
God, I love making her flustered.
