Hey, Carrots," he says.

Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away."

Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?

Tucker: Her singing is that bad.

Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.

I can't leave you," he says hoarsely.
"I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't."
"Then don't," he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.

It's been nice knowing you, Clara.'

Huh? My brain still a bit shell-shocked.

'Say a prayer for me, will you? He gives me a shaky grin. Because I'm pretty sure my parents are going to kill me

Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.