“Oh nothing. It just sounds similar to a song Kit used to hum is all. Nothing important.” She was fairly certain that Kit must have died in that plane crash with Forrest.
She reached over the console and kissed his cheek. “Love you.”
“Love you too, brown eyes.”
A gagging noise came from the back of the truck and she laughed. She’d never dared to dream that one day she’d be this happy.
But now, after years of living in the shadows she could finally come out into the light.
She was free. Happy. Loved.