“Yes.”
“What would I do there?”
He shrugs.
“Normal things.”
“Define normal.”
He smiles faintly.
“Coffee in the morning.”
“Fly fishing in the river.”
“Barbecues with friends.”
“No one trying to collapse a city.”
“That sounds suspiciously peaceful.”
“It is.”
I look out at the ocean again.
Then back at him.
“You really think I could live like that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve it.”
The quiet between us stretches again.
Soft.
Comfortable.
Then I say quietly—
“You know what the strangest part of all this is?”
“What?”
“I haven’t thought about a normal life…since the last time we were together.”
“And now?”
“Now I want normal.”
Boone studies me carefully.
Then he reaches over and gently takes my hand.
The warmth of his fingers sends a small electric pulse through my chest.
