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“There’ll never be a world where I don’t fight for you, Vi. You’ve shown me what it truly means to live again.” He shook his head. “I won’t ever give that up.”

With the snow falling softly outside and the warmth of the fire crackling beside us, I knew that no matter what happened next, we were in this together.

Owen and me.

And nothing had ever felt more right.

“Speaking of engagements,” he said softly. “Have you ever given it much thought?”

“Oddly, I’ve always thought it would be fun if it were a little different.”

He chuckled. “Of course. Why would you want to do anything mainstream?”

I tapped his chest. “Exactly. Why not make it a little adventure or make the person work for it a little?”

Owen laughed some more. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

Owen slid his fingers along my cheek and smiled. “I love you, Vi.”

I cocked my head slightly as his eyes lowered to my mouth before slowly meeting my gaze.

“I love you more.”

He nodded, circling his finger along my thigh. “Impossible.”

His gaze fell to my lips, and my heart thumped harder as if he’d never kissed me before.

“I can’t wait to see where life takes us,” he said softly.

I chuckled. “It’s been quite a ride so far.”

“Yes, it has.” His lips found mine, and my entire body melted into his.

When our lips slowly parted, I heard him whisper in my ear, “Just promise me you’ll be mine forever.”

And I knew my life would never be the same.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Violet

The sun had barely risen over Buttercup Lake, casting a soft golden glow across the snow-covered trees, when I sat down at my small kitchen table with a cup of coffee, ready to dive into my morning routine. My laptop was already open, and the notifications for my food blog were buzzing like crazy. It had been a whirlwind for a few weeks, and I could hardly believe it—my blog, something I had started on a whim, was starting to take off.

I scrolled through the comments and emails, my heart racing with excitement. People engaged with my content, sharing my recipes and asking for more. The cranberry muffin recipe I’d posted just before Christmas had gone viral, and I was receiving requests for more holiday treats and comfort food ideas.

As I sipped my coffee, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. This was what I’d always dreamed of—creating something that brought people joy and connected me to others in a meaningful way. And now, it was finally happening.

The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see Liam strolling into the cabin, his ever-present grin plastered on his face.

“Morning, Sis!” he called, shrugging off his coat and hanging it by the door. “How’s the internet celebrity doing today?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I closed the laptop. “It’s not like that, Liam. I’m just excited that people are actually reading the blog.”

Liam plopped down in the chair across from me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Notlike that? Violet, your cranberry muffins are famous. I even heard Millie talking about them at the coffee shop. You know she’s hard to impress.”

“Famous might be a stretch,” I said, though I couldn’t hide the pride in my voice. “But it’s nice to know people enjoy what I’m putting out there.”

Liam leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Well, I’m impressed. And I’m not just saying that because you’re my sister.”

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