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“And what kind of life do you want?”

Grace looks out at the ocean as if she’s really picturing it. “I think I want a house our kids can have a yard to play in. I want a kitchen for you to cook for me.”

She winks and I laugh. “I think that can be arranged.”

“And as much as I love the city and worry about running my business, I want them to have space and a small town to grow up in. I want baseball games and Saturday picnics, and Sunday night dinners with our family. But I don’t know how to make that happen and also maintain my business…because, Cash, that matters to me too.”

I look at her in awe because it’s all the things I want, and Icanmake it happen. I can give her everything she wants.

“Done.”

Grace frowns. “What do you mean done?

“It means that your dreams are my dreams, Gracie. I told you to tell me what you want, and I’d give it to you. That was a promise. Give me a few weeks to come up with a plan, but just know that every day I will pick you. I willchooseyou. And I intend on making every one of your dreams come true.”

“Will you dance with me?” she asks, standing up and holding out her hand. It’s such a turn-on seeing Grace ask for what she wants. Such a difference from the woman I met only seven months ago who was a shell of herself.

I take her hand and lead her out onto the sand, and beneath the stars, with the waves and birds providing a symphony, we hold each other tight and sway as I whisper another promise to her, “Always.”