“Let’s go,” Magnus says to me.
CJ calls after us, “Chip left us each a piece of the puzzle so we’d search together.”
“And what will happen when we find the crown? Send it to a museum?” Magnus asks.
“No, we’ll get our parents back,” CJ says, but I don’t think Magnus hears as he breezes back to the reception.
I’m involved, a bit, but don’t want to overstep or ruin tonight. It’s a time to celebrate. We can think about the bottle, the note, and the treasure tomorrow. It’ll still be there. It has been all this time.
After a couple of turns dancing, Magnus relaxes, and when we get a slow song, he whispers to me, “Lally, I was looking for a reason.”
“A reason for what?” I ask, meeting his brown-eyed gaze, slightly glazed over as if what he sees is every reason in the world.
My heart tumbles with joy.
“A reason in general. You are my reason.”
I suck in a breath. “This is the beginning of our great adventure.”
Mouth cocked to the side, dimple popping, he says, “Game on.”
Then we kiss.