Page 47 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

“Okay, we’ll leave you two to it.” Lyric takes Ranson’s hand and exits.

They close the door behind them and hear Aimee and Patrick going at it.

“Oh, I do not need to listen to this,” Lyric says.

“Me neither.” They head to their side of the yacht where they can’t hear their friends, and toast with a test batch of the rum.

“To you, Lyric Fuqua. You entered my life, and now I can’t picture it without you. I love you.”

“I love you, too … Rancid.”

Ranson rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry. That shit is still hilarious.” Lyric claps her hands and cackles.

Ranson pulls her to him and tickles her, making her burst into a fit of giggles.