He raises a brow, waiting.
I grin, playing my trump card. “You have to go to Burning Man with me next year. And, yes, before you ask, you have to wear the chaps. And the lace crop top.”
He sighs as Karro giggles.
I glance between them. “What? What’s funny?”
Henrik nods at her. “Give them to him.”
Reaching in her pocket, she pulls out two small pieces of paper and hands them to me. I gasp as I see that she’s cut them to look like handmade carnival tickets. On each one it says, “Burning Man: Limit One Entry.” She even decorated the edges with cute little flames.
My gaze darts between them as I sputter. “But—I—how?”
Across the table, Henrik just smiles. “Because I know you, mitt hjärta. I know the soul of you. And I will wear your chaps at Burning Man next year. But first, you take our name.”
My smile is so big it hurts as I set the papers aside and wrap my arms around my daughter, smiling across the table at my husband. “Dr. and Mr. Teddy Karlsson … Oooh, babe, that’ll look so good on our return address labels.”
He nods, sipping his beer. “Anything you want, mitt hjärta. Anything at all.”
THE END
