Angels Fall

that?"
    With two quick whooshes, her breath came in and out. "How about that?" He curled a hand around the back of her neck, bringing her toward him, taking her lips with his as the tulips glowed between them, "I'm where I want to be. Are you?"

    "Exactly where." Everything inside her settled when she tipped her head back, looked into his eyes.
    "Exactly where I want to be."
    "So. Want to sit on the deck with me one of these days," he asked her, "look out at the lake, see the mountains swimming in it?"
    "I really do, Brody." She pressed her cheek to his. "I really do."
    "We're going to make that happen, you and me." Now he drew back. "For right now, why don't you do something about those flowers? Then get another fork. We ought to share these eggs." So the morning bloomed bright with hints of summer that would stretch through to fall. And they sat at the kitchen table, a vase of rainbow tulips on the counter, eating scrambled eggs that had gone cold.

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