time, Samuel’s looking at me with soft eyes and a smile.
“We’re really gonna do this,” I say, throat swelling with emotion.
He holds up his glass. “If you’ll have me, yes. What changed your mind?”
“Lindsey was actually a big part of it. We talked for a while last night, and I realized I was trying to build this perfect career. But like the perfect life, it doesn’t exist. The dream is still there. The dream of enjoying my work and earning enough money to live the life I want. But maybe the dream is messy, and maybe it’s never going to look the way I thought it would. I’ll never know everything there is to know about wine or success or money. I’ll never know everything there is to know about myself.” I move across the kitchen to stand in front of him. “One thing I do know? I’ve got a long road ahead of me, and there’s no one I’d rather travel it with than you.”
He searches my eyes. “I want to be on the road with you, every damn day. And, shamelessly, I really, really want you to be here for John and Celeste’s wedding. I’m already giddy about crushing that event with you. But that still leaves your concerns about your reputation. The staff—aren’t you worried what they’ll think?”
“I still am. But if we can figure out a way to work together after you basically froze me out, I think we can come up with a plan to move forward in our careers while maintaining the respect of our employees.”
His lips twitch. “If you think it can be done, then yeah—yeah, it’ll get done.”
“You have that much faith in me,” I say.
“You say that as a statement and not a question, and that, baby”—he leans down and nudges his nose against my throat—“is one of the five thousand reasons I love you.”
I unfurl my fingers into his hair. Give it a tug. He groans. I grin. “I want to be cybering with you until I’m shuffling around using that walker you were talking about.”
He goes still. “You mean that?”
“I do. If I can figure it out, I want to cyber with you while I’m shuffling.”
“Think we can do it one handed? The shuffling?”
I shrug. “I’m willing to try.”
His eyes get serious. “Me too. And hey, maybe that’s all we’re gonna need then, and that’s all we need right now. A willingness to try.”
“I love that idea.” I tilt my chin and kiss his mouth. “I love you.”
“Would you be willing to try to think about moving in with me?”
I set down my glass on the counter and slide my hands onto his waist. “I don’t need to think about that. Yes. Yes, I’d love to move in with you, Samuel Beauregard.”
“Good. ’Cause I’d love to cook for you every night, Emma Crawford. No more protein bars.”
I laugh. “No more protein bars.”
Samuel kisses me, the taste of his mouth and the depth of his desire for me turning me inside out. Just like he did that first time, he holds nothing back. He drinks me in with slow, deep sips that say as plainly as words could that he wants me and only me, and that this is the first kiss of the rest of our lives.
My hand is halfway down his jeans when a cacophony of voices burst into the kitchen.
“Emma, are you groping my brother?”
“Oh yeah, she’s definitely groping him. Mama, get over here, I gotta cover your eyes.”
“Look how freaking adorable they are together. I hope this means Emma’s decided to stay?”
That last one is Milly. I turn around, discreetly blocking Samuel’s very obvious erection while I grin at the Beauregard family.
Everyone’s here: Beau, who’s covering June’s eyes, and Annabel and Maisie. Rhett, Milly, and yes, Hank too. His smile is more subdued than usual, and his eyes are a little red. But he is smiling. And that’s something.
That’s a start.
A willingness to try.
“I’m staying,” I say, and I’m immediately wrapped into four tight hugs. Five if you count Maisie’s tap on my cheek. My sister magically appears and hugs me too before refilling her wineglass.
Samuel also gets a hug from everyone but Hank. He hangs back, busying himself with the grocery bags June brought over.
“I’m so glad,” Beau says, meeting my eyes. “And so sorry, Emma. You know I told Samuel not to lay a finger on you.”
“Well.” I glance up at Samuel. “I was the one who laid a finger on him first, so…”
“So