“Put it on,” I said softly.
Lucas stared at it. His hands shook as he picked it up and slid it onto his left ring finger. It fit perfectly.
I pulled out the silver band and put it on my own finger.
It wasn’t a restoration of the past. It was a promise for whatever came next.
“So,” I said, leaning back and taking a sip of my iced tea. “Are you going to help my brother, or are we eating charcoal today?”
Lucas smiled. A real, genuine smile that reached his stormy gray eyes. “I’ve got it, Captain.”
He walked over to the grill, bumping shoulders with Ryan.
We were scarred. We were broken. We were entirely imperfect.
But we were alive. And for the first time in six years, we were home.
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