Swanny gave her a tender smile and then reached across to take her hand, squeezing it before lacing their fingers together.
“I’ll always come home to you, beautiful. You give me a reason to come home. Every damn time.”
“Just like I’ll always come back home to you,” Eden returned, her smile as tender as his. “No matter that you go with me. We’ll both always come home to Kentucky Lake.”
He leaned over her just as she herself was leaning in, but that didn’t surprise her. They were both so in tune with each other. Their mouths met in the sweetest of kisses. Bathed in the sunshine dancing off the lake, they sat there, hands twined. Knowing that no matter where life or their careers took them, that they’d always have “home” to come back to.