Holding Her Hand (Reed Brothers Book 15)(50)

“Thank you for today,” she says.

I hold her hand and bring it to my lips. “Thank you for tomorrow,” I say.

She smiles at me, her head tilted in my direction, and I know this is right where I’m supposed to be. Nowhere else. Just here.

I remember one thing I wanted to ask her. “What did Emilio say to you that made you get teary as we were getting into the car?”

She keeps smiling, though her eyes do get a little watery. “He said my parents would have been really proud of me today.”

I pull her over to lie against me and kiss her temple.

She jerks back suddenly. Then she pulls out her phone and shows me a picture. It’s my baseball cap.

“What is happening to my cap?”

“Terrible things will happen to that cap unless you make me happy for the rest of my life.”

“Done,” I say out loud.

“Done,” she repeats.

“Done,” I say again. And I grin and kiss her.

I’m not worried about the cap.