Page 27 of Ashes to New
It did, and she loved what it meant—to him and to her. “And you’re my little Beanpole.”
He coughed into his fist. “Maybe not so little anymore, but I was thinking of changing mine.”
“How about Bean?”
“I like Forest,” he said. “Forest Summers.”
The expectant look on his face had her heart leaping.
“Like brother and sister?”
He nodded. “But you can call me Bean.” His gesture encompassed the sky. “It’s not a summer sky, but it’s nearly as blue.”
Her lawyer cleared his throat. “It’s a bit of paperwork, but we can get it done”
She turned to Forest. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
He curled his lower lip inward. “A birthday gift for my sister.” His expression turned troubled, and a flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes. “We’ll always have that, my summer Skye. Won’t we? We’ll always have each other?”
“Always, Bean. We’ll always have each other.” And she believed every word.
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