Page 33 of Back in the Bay
"That I was exhausting myself chasing someone else's definition of success." She takes my calloused hand in hers. "My firm here is thriving. I'm making real changes in people's lives. And I come home every day to this—" she gestures to Lily, who's now lying on her back in the grass, holding the train above her head and making engine noises.
I squeeze her hand. "No regrets?"
"Just one," she says, leaning closer.
"What's that?"
"That I wasted so many years being afraid to come home."
I pull her against me, breathing in the scent of lavender and soil and sunshine in her hair. "We're making up for lost time."
"Speaking of which," she whispers, her lips close to my ear. "Lily goes down for her nap in about twenty minutes."
I grin against her hair. "Is that so?"
"Mmhmm. And I have particular plans for my contractor."
"Do these plans involve inspecting my craftsmanship up close?"
Her laugh vibrates against my chest. "Very, very close, Mr. Bennett."
“Then I’ll grab Lily, and you lead the way, Mrs. Bennett. I’m ready when you are.”
