Page 70 of Just A Chance

“Really? That sounds like a challenge.” His eyes flick to the sky. “Sunny, look.”

“What?” I look where he’s pointing. There’s a sprig of mistletoe directly above our heads. How did I not notice it before?

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” He grins.

“That’s where you were.” I nudge him.

He laughs and scrubs a hand over his jaw. “Sorry, it took longer than I thought to find mistletoe and then convince that guy to let me hook up some wires to hang it.“

I tilt my chin up to him. “It’s about time.”

“Just wait for your Christmas present.” He whispers, his tone hinting at promises and temptation.

Shivers race down my spine.

“I rented a hairy beer gut.”

“Sean!” I laugh. “That is the least romantic thing ever.”

“You’re the one who wanted the lumberjack.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I just wanted you.”

“Then your Christmas wish has come true because I’m all yours.”

Epilogue

London

OpeningDay

I step back from the door. The banner is perfectly aligned. Thanks to Sean and my dad painstakingly adjusting it again and again, according to my wishes last night. And thankfully, neither of them tried to kill the other while setting everything up. They even talked a little. Let me rephrase that, Imadethem talk. But after twenty very painful minutes, they finally found something they could connect with. Besides loving me.

Their distaste for Hallmark. Of all things.

I open the door, leaving it unlocked behind me. My bakery doesn't technically open for another thirty minutes, but I’m too excited.

“Hey, beautiful.”

I spin and throw my arms around Sean. “You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” He drops a soft kiss on my lips. “I got you something for today.” He holds up a sticker to his chest. A little sun, next to his shirt that says, “You are my sunshine.”

I press a lingering kiss on his cheek. “I love it.”

“I knew you would. My mom says I’m not a good gift giver, but I’m winning so far,” he teases.

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m still finding those tiny ducks all over my shop.”

“Oops.” He grins, but there’s absolute mirth in his eyes.

I poke his cheek. “You hid something else, didn’t you?”

“When you find it, let me know.”

“Sean!” Now I want to throw open every cabinet in search of whatever he left me, but I have an opening to attend to.

He grins and scoops me into his arms. “Just a little something to make you smile, and take your mind off the stress of the day.”