Page 36 of Rescued By My Small Town Billionaire

“I’ll have the strawberry basil,” Becky says excitedly. “I remember how my grandmother used to make strawberry jam with fresh basil in the summer.”

Raising an eyebrow, I don’t comment. Instead, I turn to Mr. Giovanni. “I’ll take two scoops of the espresso.”

We take our cones and continue our walk down the quiet streets, the familiar warmth of Junction Falls wrapping around us. Shops have dimmed their lights for the night, but the window displays still glow softly.

“Are you happy?” I ask.

Her expression softens, her eyes searching mine, and then she exhales slowly, her lips curling into a smile that feels like home.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me, letting the night settle around us like a promise.

Because I know now, without a doubt—we were always meant to end up here.

EPILOGUE:Becky

The scent of fresh roses and lavender drifts through my florist shop as I finish tying the last ribbon around a bouquet for a wedding order.

Soft light filters through the front windows, illuminating the shop with a warm glow, making the colorful flowers seem even more vibrant.

Glancing around at my bustling store, my dream finally realized, I smile. Everything feels right.

It’s been six months since Mike’s proposal, and our lives have fallen into an easy, wonderful rhythm. The shop is thriving, the town has rallied around us in support, and Mike and I… well, we’re as in love as ever.

Maybe even more.

The bell over the door chimes, and I look up, expecting a customer. Instead, Mike strides in, looking every bit the rugged rancher, his strong frame filling the space as he grins at me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, leaning against the counter, arms crossed in that casual way that makes my heart flip every single time.

I raise a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be checking the fences today?”

He shrugs. “Delegated.”

“Thank goodness for Pete,” I say, rolling my eyes. I laugh. “You just wanted an excuse to come see me.”

“Guilty,” he admits, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends warmth spiraling down my spine, just like it always does.

B., the kitten, now much bigger but still just as mischievous, jumps up onto the counter and rubs against Mike’s hand. He gives her a few scratches behind the ears before nodding toward the back of the shop.

“I’ve got something for you,” he says.

“Oh?” I tilt my head, intrigued.

He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Come outside.”

I follow him through the shop, past the floral arrangements, the twinkling fairy lights, and the shelves of potted herbs, stepping into the small back garden where we keep the greenhouse.

And there, standing in the middle of it all, is a new wooden sign, freshly carved and mounted on the fence.

Flourish Floral: Proud Supporter of the Junction Falls Animal Shelter

I cover my mouth, emotion tightening my throat. “Mike…”

He slides his hands into his pockets, looking just a little too pleased with himself. “Thought it was about time we made it official. A portion of the shop’s sales will go toward the shelter, helping them with supplies and medical costs.”

I turn to him, love swelling so big in my chest I feel like I might burst. “You did this for me?”

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