Katie washes the dishes from dinner, her red hair pulled back in a messy knot on the top of her head, strands of it flying every which way in a very fetching, distracting fashion.
She looks up, catches me checking her out. "What?" she says.
"I never thought I'd get to travel anywhere before I got old," I say, my voice catching in my throat, "but you made it happen."
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