Page 85 of Dropping Like Flies

Griffin swallowed. “I’ll always miss Whitney, but I’m done blaming anyone else for her death, and that includes myself.”

“She would have wanted you to be happy.”

“I know.” Griffin pulled me into his arms, and I went gladly, snuggling closer. “There is one more thing we haven’t talked about.”

“What’s that?”

“Our surname.”

He laughed. “Oh, well, that’s obvious. Caldwell-Weaver sounds far better than Weaver-Caldwell.”

I tried both names out in my head and had to agree. “Ben and Griffin Caldwell-Weaver, it is then.”

“Makes us sound posh,” Griffin said.

“Until we open our mouths.”

He grinned. “Yeah, there is that.”

We were silent for a few moments before I broke it. “What if Cade’s right about there being a storm coming?”

Griffin kissed the top of my head. “Then we’ll face it together and woe betide any man who tries to come between us.”

“Together,” I echoed, and we sank back into a kiss.

The End