“She wants one, even made sure Skye was dog friendly. I think she was waiting until she officially moved in to ask.”
I think this over and realize it’s already late, and I’m not sure I have time to contact a rescue. “Send me the information on the dog rescue you got Skye from.”
Then I walk to my office and call Inès, telling her I need her help tomorrow.
But first, tonight, I need access to their rooftop.
“Jules’s baby.” I softly trace her freckles, rousing her from her deep sleep.
“Harrison?” she rasps, and I smile, happy to hear that voice again. “What are you doing here?”
“Come with me, baby.” I put my arms around her, lifting her out of bed.
She rubs her eyes and snuggles into my chest. “I can walk,” she murmurs.
“And I can carry you.” Which I do, all the way to the rooftop.
“Oh my god,” she gasps.
“Dancing in the Moonlight” by King Harvestis playing over the speakers of her rooftop.
The blankets in the corner I put up here earlier catch her eye, so I place her on the ground and wrap her up to keep her warm on this cold autumn night. Then I hold out my hand. “Dance with me?”
She smiles softly and takes my hand so I can twirl her around into my chest. Her in my arms is the best feeling in the world.
“What is this?” I rub off some hardened pink stuff she has smeared on her face.
She looks down at my hand and chuckles. “I fell asleep before washing my face. It’s frosting from the cakes I was taste testing for Claud’s birthday this weekend.”
I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. “Even with everything going on, you were still going to make Claud a cake?” I mumble.
“Are you kidding me? Of course I am. What we’re trying to work out has nothing to do with my sugar plum. She deserves the best.”
She’s right, she does. They both do.
We stay like this, silently swaying to the music until the song ends. Juliette once told me her favorite part of the day was lying in bed with me late at night, talking about nothing.Just talking.
My favorite is this, the silence. It reminds me that I found someone I’m so comfortable with that no words need to be exchanged. I’m happy to just be in her presence.
“You told me that your dad saidwhen you dream about happiness, it will get you through anything.” I kiss her forehead. “He was right. I dream about you every night, which has gotten me through the past few weeks. You’re my happiness, and now I’m ready to make my dream a reality. You’re coming home, Juliette. It’s time.” I kiss her again, then carry her downstairs and put her back to bed.
“You’re not staying?” Her voice catches.
I shake my head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful Juliette. Sleep sweet.”
“Everything’s going to be okay,” she whispers before I leave.
“Yeah, baby. It is.”
27
Juliette
The éclairs are burned.Shit.
Mom’s going to kill me. It’s the third thing this morning I’ve screwed up, too dazed and confused about my life.
Ever since last night, I’ve been completely out of it, wondering if I’m losing my mind. Was I dreaming, or did Harrison actually come to visit?
