place and I want you to believe that we have a future together. And when-”
“I do,” Gelsey interrupted.
“You-”
“Do,” Gelsey said. “I’ve been thinking a lot over the past week and I do want a future with you. And I don’t want to wait. I want that future to start right now. I’ve wasted too much time already. I know I love you, Kellan. And it isn’t some silly fantasy love that I think is going to solve all my problems. It’s real and I can feel it deep in my soul. I’m not going to run away from this.”
He smiled, relief racing through him until he wanted to shout for joy. He slipped his arms around her waist and picked her up off her feet, kissing her until they were both breathless. “So, I guess my plan worked.”
“Your plan? It was my plan,” Gelsey teased.
“This? The shop was my plan.”
“All right, the shop was your plan. I’ll give you that.”
“And what do you think you want to sell?” he asked.
“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of research and I couldn’t come up with anything. But then I was walking around Winterhill and I started noticing all the special little things that my grandmother had collected over the years. And I realized that’s what I wanted to sell. Beautiful things that make a home warm and cozy. I’ll have some antiques. And some Irish linens. Maybe some furniture and crystal. But it will all be Irish. I’ve been surrounded by all my grandmother’s things at Winterhill and I didn’t realize how important they were until now.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said.
“I had a plan, too,” Gelsey said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You did?”
She nodded. “The plan started long before you found this place, which is perfect, by the way. The plan started the first time I saw you at the cove, when we were kids. I decided that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together and here we are.”
“I guess it’s fate then that I found you on that beach. And that I kept that tin box all these years.”
“Fate or magic,” she said. “Or a bit of both.”
“So, if we’re going to live together, where will it be?”
“I have a house that’s big enough for two,” Gelsey said.
“And I have a flat in Dublin, for those times when you need to go in to the city.”
“Are we going to live happily ever after?” she asked.
Kellan took her face between his palms and gently kissed her again. “Absolutely. What other possibility would there be?”
“There’s always blissfully happily ever after,” Gelsey whispered, pulling him into a long and languid kiss.
“Mmm.” Kellan drew back. “I think I can make that happen, too.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kate Hoffmann began writing for Harlequin Books in 1993. Since then she’s published sixty-five books, primarily in the Harlequin Temptation and Harlequin Blaze lines. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys music, theater and musical theater. She is active working with high school students in the performing arts. She lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her cat, Chloe.
