Anywhere, I didn’t care, as long as we could spend the rest of our days and nights braided together in our love. He’d come in for coffee with Dodge in the morning and was hardly up the porch steps before I’d banged out the screen door and he’d caught me in his arms for a hug. Dodge, in his son’s wake, stopped and watched us for a moment, grinning as much as I’m sure the womenfolk were from inside the café, where we were clearly framed in the big front windows. But I didn’t care. “High time,” Dodge said as our kiss continued and he cleared his throat in mock sternness and then finally skirted us, making his way inside. He added again, “High time.” Justin drew back, keeping me in his arms, and he looked so happy that a breath caught in my throat. He looked gorgeous, and smiley, and like himself. Like the Justin of old. Except that now he was my boyfriend, all mine, and my answering smile could have lit up the entire solar system.
