Library of Souls (Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children #3)(121)

“It’ll be tricky with my family,” I said. “But Miss P seems to think we can make it work.”

“I meant, is it okay with you. The way we left things was …”

“Are you kidding? I’m so happy you’re here, I can hardly speak.”

“Okay. You’re smiling, so I suppose I believe you.”

Smiling? I was grinning like a fool.

Emma took a step toward me. I slipped my arms around her. We held each other, my cheek pressed to her forehead.

“I never wanted to lose you,” she whispered. “But I didn’t see a way around it. A clean break seemed easier than losing you in slow motion.”

“You don’t have to explain. I understand.”

“Anyway, maybe we don’t have to, now. Be just friends. If you don’t want to.”

“Maybe it’s a good idea, though,” I said. “Just for a while.”

“Oh,” she said quickly, disappointed. “Sure …”

“No, what I mean is …” I pulled away gently, looking at her. “Now that we have time, we can go slow. I could ask you out to the movies … we could go for walks … you know, like normal people do.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know too much about what normal people do.”

“It’s not complicated,” I said. “You taught me how to be peculiar. Maybe now I can teach you how to be normal. Well, as normal as I know how to be.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she laughed. “Sure, Jacob. I think that sounds nice.” She took my hand, leaned toward me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Now that we have time.”

And it occurred to me, standing there, just breathing with her, quiet settling around us, that those might be the three most beautiful words in the English language.

We have time.