Page 314 of The Long Way Home

“Doesn’t it?” Henry grimaces from the side.

Roll my eyes at both of them.

“Well,” Holden tilts his head at her as he backs away, “call me if it doesn’t work out.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“It’ll work out, mate,” I call after him before giving her a look.

She stares up at me, a bit defiant and beautiful. “How do you know?”

I give her a look, squint a bit. “We’re in the stars, Parks.”