Jane leaned against Miguel. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Being with your family makes me hopeful. They aren’t just happy; they’re happytogether.”
“Even my abuela and my tía love each other,” he said. “They just tuck it behind a lot of picking at each other.”
“I know.” She tucked her head against his shoulder. “I can tell.”
“And I can tell you love me.” He pulled her closer. “And I suspect it isn’t the tamales working the miracle this time.”
He could feel her laugh in his arms.
“You’re willing to walk with me at what must feel like a snail’s pace to you,” she said. “I’m grateful for that.”
He kissed her temple. “Who we make life’s journey with is far more important than the speed we make it at.”
“Do you promise we can come to this party every year?”
He slipped his arms from around her and took her hand, leading her toward one of the tables. “If you’ll promise me something,cariño.”
“What?”
“That we can go to New York together sometime?”
She grinned. “You don’t exactly have to twist my arm to convince me to go to New York.”
“I’m glad to hear it. There are so many parts of LaGuardia that I didn’t get to see.”
She laughed. “Would you be willing to trade LaGuardia for Broadway? Tim and Darren and the gang are begging us to come hang out with them and seeMoulin Rouge!”
They sat at a table. He hooked his arm around the back of her chair.
“I think we’d better,” he said. “Those guys are the true heroes in this story. They deserve to see how well their interference is working out.”
She leaned close. “I think it is working out perfectly.”
“So do I.”
He kissed her, earning whoops and whistles and teasing comments from the family. And he didn’t care at all. Jane had decided to take another chance on him, and he was never going to let go again.
