Page 21 of The Mechanic

“Later?” I tease her and kiss the top of her head.

“Later.”

“In bed?”

“Bed! Bed! Later in bed!” Nick takes two more fudges in each of his hands and raises them while he marches around the table.

Nora laughs along with me. This tribe is chaotic, but it is my tribe.

Life’s good. Life’s very good. And I have Nora to thank for it. For all of these.

The End.