Brennan continued to be amazed the entire evening. For once, she let everything go; the worries about tomorrow, her fears about risking a relationship with Booth. She wanted to remember every moment of this evening.
When she shivered in the cool night, Booth came forward and pulled her to her feet. "I think it's time to get you back inside." He took off his coat and draped it gently over her shoulders.
It was warm from his body heat and she wrapped it a little tighter around her. Booth leaned forward to blow out the candles, but a hand on his arm stopped him. "Wait," Brennan said softly.
Crutches in position, she made her way slowly back toward the SUV. Booth walked next to her, curious as to why she wanted him to wait. When they arrived back at the vehicle, she turned and rested against it, her focus on the scene back up the hill.
The candles had burned lower and the table wasn't as carefully set as before. But to Brennan, it was still as beautiful as the first moment she'd seen it.
"I want to remember," she said to Booth. "When Angela or Cam ask me, or when I'm old and grey and reliving this night only in my memory, I want to remember it all."
Booth reached out and took her hand in his and settled next to her. He watched her eyes drift from one end of the scene to the other until she finally squeezed his hand.
"Go," she ordered. "Blow out the candles. We can't burn the trees down."
Nodding, he jogged quickly back up the hill. Looking back, just once, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky. So many twists and turns. How had they managed to finally have their chance?
Smiling, he thanked the fates, as a gentle breath blew out first one candle and then the other.