“I think we’ve already started. If you’re going to have all these ideas and give me all this help when it comes to the house, you should move in pretty soon.”
“How’s tomorrow?”
She loved seeing the surprise, then the joy.
“Tomorrow’s also doable. Word of the day. ‘Doable.’ It’s all doable.”
“Why don’t we go talk to Callie about it?”
“Let’s do that. Stay for supper,” he said again as they started downstairs. “Stay the night, stay for breakfast. I know I don’t have a bed set up for her yet, but I’ll fix something up.”
“I know you will.”
They walked outside the old house they’d make theirs. Walked to where a little girl and an ungainly puppy raced around in a whirl of glistening bubbles, where the hills rose green and the clouds smoked over them in a bold blue sky. And the water bubbled musically over rocks in dappled light and shadow.
She’d found her way home, Shelby thought.
All the way home.
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