Page 28 of Rescued By My Small Town Billionaire

I frown. “Do what?”

She gestures around—at the shop, the letters, the weight of everything suddenly on her shoulders. “What if I’m not enough?”

My chest tightens at the pain in her voice. I cup her cheek, tilting her chin so she has to meet my eyes. “Becky, you are more than enough. You always have been.”

She leans into my touch for a brief moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she nods, like she’s trying to believe it, like she wants to believe it.

But the question lingers in the air, unspoken.

Can she?

The final letter, still unread, sits atop the others.

Becky’s fingers trace the delicate engravings on the box, her heart pounding with the weight of what she might uncover next. She glances at me. I reach out, resting my hand over hers, trying my best to ground her.

“No matter what’s inside,” I say, my voice low, “you’re not facing it alone.”

Becky swallows hard, nodding. The breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of sage and summer rain. The world feels still, suspended in this moment of discovery.

With a deep breath, Becky carefully lifts the final letter from the box, unfolds the delicate parchment, and begins to read.

The past and the present, finally converging.

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The morning of the surprise arrives, and I can barely sit still. The town square is decorated, the stage is set, and the moment Becky walks into the square, it all comes together.

She stops dead in her tracks.

“What…?” she breathes, eyes wide as she takes everything in. The town has gathered—everyone from the bakery, the fire station, the ranch. The square is bursting with flowers, each shop owner having contributed a bouquet.

Maggie Ann walks forward, a bright smile on her face. “Welcome to Becky’s Blooming Festival!”

Becky’s hands fly to her mouth as she turns to me, completely stunned. “Mike… you did this?”

I step forward, my heart pounding. “We all did. You mean so much to this town, Becky. You’ve given so much, and we wanted to give something back to you.”

Tears well in her eyes, but she doesn’t speak.

So I do.

“Thank you, Becky.”

A hush falls over the crowd, but all I see is her.

Her lips part, and for a moment, she looks completely overwhelmed. Then, finally, she whispers, “Thank you, Mike.”

The applause is deafening, but all I feel is her arms wrapping around me.

It’s everything.

Chapter fifteen

Becky

Inever expected my life to change so much in such a short time.

A few months ago, I was just a florist trying to rebuild my shop, convincing myself I was safe from my past. Now, I’m sitting on the wraparound porch of Thorn Ranch, staring at the last letter my grandmother wrote to me, knowing my entire world has shifted.

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