Will grinned back at her, warmth suffusing his features. "It's a date, beautiful," he said, turning her chin to capture her lips in a kiss.
Dad. This whole place felt like it was halfway to a dream, with the idyllic weather and the uncommonly lush garden that never seemed to run out of ripe fruits or veg no matter how many were picked, but that part— and the way it had fallen off Ella's tongue so easily, like it hadn't even been a conscious choice— yeah, that especially. Will found himself gazing off in the direction Ella had disappeared, still smiling softly. "Never thought I'd hear anyone call me that again."