Boone’s heart leaped, and he smiled, too. “We just might pull this off, Charly,” he said to her with great sincerity.
She nodded. She understood what he meant. “We might,” she said, and then laid her head back on his shoulder.
And they danced.
“On the wings of love,
up and above the clouds;
The only way to fly,
is on the wings of love.
On the wings of love,
only the two of us
together flying high.
Flying high
upon the wings of love.”
Like lovesick teenagers, they danced all night.