Chapter 22

Remy

I'm seeing things for the first time through new eyes. Instead of being jaded by the experiences I had as a kid, I'm opening my heart to new feelings. As we walk through Target, I let Tatum's enthusiasm rub off onto me. "What about this one, Rem?" She holds up a plate, showing it to me. It's white in the middle with a ring of gray around the outside. "Not too girly, but not totally masculine either."

"Whatever you want, Tate. It's never mattered to me. You know that. If it were up to me we'd just grab a ton of disposable stuff, but I know you don't like them."

She eyes the plate, turning it around on her palms, and gifts me with the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen. "This is it. I know you value your privacy, and I won't intrude on what you've built for yourself. All I want to do is be a part of it."

I appreciate the way she's thinking about us having a future. "So what else do we need?" I grab the plate she's holding, putting it in our cart.

"Stuff to cook with, and t