She stuck her tongue out at me playfully, but I knew her heart was wrapped up in the situation underneath.
“Look, I won’t push you on this, but all I’m saying is that wouldn’t you rather know for sure? I know you don’t want to risk your friendship, but Riley seems like the kind of guy you could have a reasonable conversation with about this and he wouldn’t judge you or treat you any differently than he does now.”
“I think I’m rubbing off on you,” Claire grumbled. “That’s totally something I would say. No—actually I would have probably pushed you already.”
The two of us shared a laugh, pulling into the farm that had become my home. A newly crafted path leading to the orchard was visible on the side.
“Well, I for one, am glad you pushed,” I said, looking at my future. “Now I have a home and life full of family, friends, and love to look forward to.”
Holiday Hollow had that small town magic that brought people together exactly where they needed to be. I couldn’t wait to see what magic it would work next.
The End.