TITLE: A Tale of Two Hearts
This is the very end of the book. Grant has grown more attracted to April throughout the book.
I looked at the small golden heart hanging from the thin gold chain around April's neck. The glow of the moonlight danced on it like the morning sun had sparkled on her other one as she stood below my bedroom window the day before yesterday. Unlike her other necklace, this one was a complete heart. Both halves were there.
As I watched her delicate fingers exploring the heart, I remembered her holding up the fishing worm just before we found the chest. I recalled how I had thought her dirt-covered fingers and her bare feet made her look like a Missouri farm boy. Looking at her now, standing in the white glow of the California moon, I realized she looked nothing at all like a farm boy. April’s soft voice broke my concentration.
“Well? Does it look okay?”
I smiled at her. “A lot better than okay. It looks like it belongs there.”
The moonlight danced in her eyes as she smiled back. The dimple in her cheek receded. She leaned forward, and her face moved toward mine. I felt her soft, warm arms as they wrapped around my neck. The delicate fragrance of sweet honeysuckle filled my head as she moved closer. It felt like a million Pixies were fluttering inside my stomach as April's lips touched mine.
It was over in a moment, and I felt totally breathless from the experience. My head was swimming. There was a pounding inside my chest and a ringing in my ears. It was absolutely wonderful!
She moved her face toward my ear.
I felt the silky touch of her hair brushing my cheek as she whispered, “Thank you, Grant. For everything.”
She placed her small hand inside mine as we turned and headed toward home. The summer moon lit our faces as our dark shadows followed a step behind.