Chapter 83

Ian

Ian parked the truck and killed the engine. He didn’t rush to get out. Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted across the seat of the truck. The cab light cast a blinding brightness on her face, and his attention was glued to her smile. She wrapped her hands around his upper arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

He didn’t speak. He kissed the top of her head as the light dimmed, and tapped his finger on the top of her hand three times.

She tapped back once. She always tapped once, letting him know she was okay.

Ian whispered into her hair, “We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.”

Sara nuzzled closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. I think you might be the one with reservations.”

A month ago, he would’ve dragged his feet into Rusty’s to meet his friends for one of their big revelation get-togethers. Now, things were different. He was different, and Sara was beside him.

“I’m ready,” Ian said. “We’re finally celebrating something I had a part in—someth