The relief was palpable when Kate tipped her chin up to kiss him back, lighting brushing her thumb at the curve of his jaw when she pulled away to give him the first genuine smile she had managed since they started talking about her more recent history. "Right, the dude ranch," she said with a chuckle, sliding her arms around his waist. "You bought me a six-shooter as a wedding present."
It was a small thing, but one of several that she probably needed to tell him. He didn't know about the P.I. office or that she was now Captain at the Twelfth or that Jerry Tyson had finally been put down. Rick didn't even know that he had won one of the highest honors a mystery writer could receive. So much had happened, so many of them good things that Kate wanted to share with him, "There's a lot more I think I should tell you, but the most important thing is that you and I? We're really good at being married, Castle. It suits us."