Page 16 of Spring Fling
“Hey,” I breathed, stepping aside so he could come in. The instant he closed the door, he drew me into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to my temple. I melted against him, the familiarity of his touch easing all leftover nerves.
“You about ready?” he asked, surveying the packed bags. “Rory told me checkout is at eleven.”
I nodded. “Just finished. Although I can’t say I’m eager to leave Wintervale.”
He brushed my hair back from my face, eyes searching mine. “Remember what we talked about last night? That you’d come visit me in Billings after a little break. I’d love for you to stay as long as you want—see where I live, get to know the city.”
Warmth spread through me, reminiscent of the first morning’s sunshine. He had been so honest about wanting me in his life, promising me space to grow my own business, while also letting me know I wasn’t alone if I wanted more than that. “I do remember,” I told him softly. “I want that too. I’m thinking of using part of my prize money to open a flagship shop—maybe get a real start at making Bloom & Grow into something permanent. If Billings works, if everything falls into place…”
He cupped my chin, a smile brightening his face. “We’ll make it work. I’m falling in love with you, Daisy,” he said, voice low and sincere. “I want you near me the way a flower bendstoward the sun.” He laughed softly, a hint of self-consciousness in his eyes. “Sounds cheesy, I know. But it’s how I feel. I’ve been chasing all these things that weren’t right. Now I finally understand what matters.”
Emotion welled up in my chest so powerfully I could barely speak. I rose onto my toes, pressed my hands against his cheeks, and kissed him, pouring every ounce of my gratitude and blossoming affection into that kiss. His arms tightened around me, and for a moment, the rest of the world vanished. I felt safe, cherished, and truly hopeful about whatever lay ahead.
When we finally broke apart, I took a shaky breath, clinging to his shirt. “I’m falling in love with you too,” I admitted, surprised at how natural and right the words felt. “I’m ready to put down roots. With you. We can grow together… see what the future holds.”
He brushed his thumb across my lower lip, eyes alight with joy. “Then let’s do it.”
Smiling, I grabbed my suitcase, and he lifted it out of my hand with a playful flourish, insisting on carrying it himself. We stepped out into the hallway, the soothing scents of lavender sachets and polished wood marking the Inn’s familiar comfort. This time, though, I left feeling stronger, steadier, and excited for the next step. Hand in hand, we descended the old wooden staircase, hearts full of promise, ready to embrace whatever waited for us beyond the magic of Wintervale.
