Chapter 83

• Barry couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the woman sitting across from him. The spring sunlight shone in her hair giving the chocolate brown strands a golden glow and she looked so fucking pretty that he didn’t know how he could breathe past the tightness in his chest.
• They’d spent the day together with Abby, just taking things easy, talking softly when Abby was otherwise engaged and holding hands like teenagers. He couldn’t stop touching her, needing the feel of her skin under his to reaffirm that this was real and not a dream. The whole day had that dreamlike quality, like they had somehow stepped out of time and it was just the three of them in their own special universe.
• They were lying on a blanket under a tree in the park. Abby was asleep between them and they gazed at each other over her sleeping form.