Page 121 of Pieces of Ash

I turn around and feel it—as I always do—in me, around me, and through me…how much I love this man standing behind me.

“For later,” I say, turning to face him.

His arms are covered with diamonds, and his eyes are soft with love for me.

As his hands land on my waist, he drops his lips to mine, but our kiss is short-lived as Bruno sandwiches himself between us.

“I think someone wants a walk,” says Julian with a chuckle. “Come with us?”

“Of course.”

As the porch door swings shut behind us and we leave the spicy smell of waiting pies behind, I lace my fingers through Julian’s and think of how sweet life can be when you are loved, when you are wanted, when you are safe.

I squeeze his hand and hold on tight.

My sweet life is just beginning.