Page 58 of The Lucky One

My breath catches as a couple of the lanterns float in the sky like glowing wishes, even though they should be floating ones.

“I feel like Rapunzel,” I whisper.

“Then we should change Louie’s name to Pascal.” His arms pull me closer, protectively wrapping around me.

“Flynn’s horse was named Maximus. I think we can leave it.”

He pulls me in for a kiss, his lips lightly brushing over mine.

“You have your animal sidekick now. Want me to change your nickname to Princess?”

I wrinkle my nose. “No. I like Spitfire.”

“Do you still hate Goldilocks?”

It’s a minute before I answer because I have to think about it. I’m not sure I everhatedit. I was more irritated with our initial meeting because everything was wrong. We spent too much time flip-flopping between too hot or too cold.

“I think I can deal with it.” I sigh. “And the answer is yes, I’ll marry you.”

We don’t have to hurry to figure anything out because for now, everything is just right.

bonus epilogue

VIOLET

ONE MONTH LATER

“Maybe we’ll have another wedding here soon,” Ella says on a sigh.

I cringe and adjust the pink lily in the pot I’m working with. “Luke, this woman needs less free time on her hands.”

“She’s got plenty to do,” Luke says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Shoo. Go check on the strawberries or something,” I chuckle as I brush my hair off my face with my wrist.

It’s not that I don’t love Ella. I do. But she’s in her little love bubble that only seems to have grown since her sisters found love. Now that they’re all paired off, she’s going to be moving onto us.

Alright—that sounds worse than I meant it. Ella isn’t into matchmaking. She justloveslove. She wants everyone to find their happy and in our family’s case, it won’t come without a little chaos.

Ever since we discovered why Luke’s pumpkins went so wonky last fall and each of our places regarding the future of this farm andlove,things have been a little squirrelly.

We’ve all been a little on edge, unsure of what the future holds in more than one way. I’m thankful, though, for Ella’s ideas on how to push more celebrations here to keep the farm busy. To keepusbusy.

Typically, the Shamrock Shuffle events stick strictly to town, but this year our farm held a one-day event on the schedule and it was a massive success. It was exhausting, but a lot of fun.

Luke comes up beside me, his eyes watchful. I hate that I can read his body language without even having to really look at him. He’s worried about how much I’m taking on with these new mini festivals on the farm, but he doesn’t want to outright ask.

Chicken.

I’m fine,I want to scream.

They all worry about me too much.

“Will flowers for Easter be too close to the flower festival? It’ll be alright if we pull back some, Violet.”

I tip my head back and take a deep breath before I turn to face him.

“It’s perfectly fine. You nixed my idea of planting all the tulips for a u-cut field, so it’s mostly just arrangements.” I wrinkle my nose, annoyed at how bristly I sound.

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