Page 26 of Broken Chords
I shake my head and smile up at him. “No. Not at all. Your family’s great.”
He smiles back. “They are pretty great. Thank you for coming with me.”
“Thank you for inviting me.” I bite back the urge to say my next thought—I wish my family was like that.But wishing for things doesn’t make them reality. Nobody knows that better than me. Dreams take hard work. And some things never can change. My mom definitely falls under that category.
“You know,” he says after we’re in the car. “Now that you’ve been once, they’ll expect you for all the Sunday dinners with me.”
“I’d love to.”
Reaching over, he threads his fingers through mine, bringing my hand to his for a soft kiss, and I sigh happily.
Even though my family will never change, I can change my life to whatever I want. And right now, I can’t imagine a better life than this one.
