‘You’re right. I’m an idiot. I can’t—won’t—live without you. My first instinct that night was to kidnap you, take you to my home and keep you there as long as I could, and it was the right one. Please come home again, Bea. I love you.’
Her heart exploded, the word ‘home’ exactly what she’d been ruminating on for days. How Porto Heli had become a part of her soul without her realising it, all because of the man who lived there.
She didn’t hesitate; there was no need. Bea didn’t have a single doubt in her mind as to where she was meant to be, and with whom.
‘I will,’ she agreed, smiling up at him, her heart full. ‘But not right away.’ She laced their fingers together. ‘I have to break it to the girls that I’m moving to Greece...’
‘Oh.’ He nodded. ‘Then we can live here. I don’t care.’
Bea laughed. ‘I do. I want to come home.’ The word cracked with emotion, and his expression grew serious, wondrous. ‘Give me a week, okay?’
A lot changed in a week. Beatrice wasn’t the only one whose life had taken an unexpected shift—Amy and Clare had revelations of their own, and excitement about their futures overlapped with frantic business meetings and staff hiring, rearranging the corporate structure to ensure the London Connection could continue to grow even with the best friends living in different cities around the world.
Of one thing they were certain: their commitment to the business—and their loyalty and love for one another—would never change, no matter how far apart they were geographically. They were friends, sisters of the heart, and always would be.