« I haven’t seen him like this since Christmas. »
« Worth every skipped dinner. »
I laughed quietly, wiping the corner of my eye before he could see. « Every single one. »
He’d been counting down the days.
A few loungers down, the silver-haired woman had settled in with her book. But her gaze wasn’t on the water. It was fixed, steady, and patiently set on the woman with the designer sandals, who was just then arranging her tote on the lounger beside ours.