Page 87 of Library or Lattes?

Lennie grinned and Sara nudged her. “I told you she’d say that!”

“Oh, I come bearing gifts!” said Willa. She always brought them something from her travels.

Willa pulled two folded tote bags from her pocket and handed them to Lennie and Sara.

“They’re from Daunt Books in London. You should see this place. You have to come the next time I’m over there, you would love it so much.”

“You’re literally the sweetest person in the world,” Sara said, and Lennie gave Willa her sad eyes. “I just wish you weren’t leaving again soon.”

Willa said, “Not that soon. I have things to do, people to see, right here in Oak Falls.”

“Speaking of people …” Sara said, grinning, and Willa followed her gaze toward the silhouette of a man.

There he was. In his dark coat, his eyes finding hers across the crowd with that smile that made everything else fade away.

She ran toward him and jumped into his arms, not caring who was watching. She kissed him right there, against the glow of the bonfire, under the Oak Falls stars. Urgent, desperate, perfect.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he kept his hands around her waist.

“Welcome home,” he whispered against her hair.

She pulled back just enough to look at him. The firelight danced in his eyes, this man who’d changed everything.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Home.”

And in that moment, standing in the town square with the man she loved, the bonfire crackling behind her and her pop’s balloon bobbing overhead, Willa knew something for sure.

Whatever path she’d taken to get to this perfect moment, whichever doors she’d walked through, she’d made the right choice.

Because she’d chosen herself first.

And everything else had just fallen into place.