problems?”
“I’m not here to solve your problems. I’m here to support you in your own decisions. I’m not going to walk away, Amy. Not now, not when the going gets tough, not ever. I’m right here at your back.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as you’ll have me. I love you, Amy.”
Staggered, she stared at him. “But you don’t do love.”
“I never said that. I said love hasn’t worked out for me. But all it takes is the right one. You’re the right one.”
No one had ever said such a thing to her before, and it made her heart swell hard against her ribcage. “I love you, Matt. So much.”
He smiled like she’d just given him the best gift he’d ever had. She settled against his good side, and they stared up at the star-laden sky. “I knew I’d find something on this journey,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what, but I knew it’d be something special.”
They pulled into the North District office at nine a.m., one full hour late, and Matt knew that hour was going to cost him, in a big way.
He didn’t regret being late. Couldn’t. He’d meant what he’d said to Amy, that he was no longer putting his job ahead of his life. That had been habit, a self-preservation technique.
And it was chicken shit.
He’d learned something about himself here in Lucky Harbor.
The town trusted him. His friends trusted him. Amy trusted him. And he could trust himself and let happiness in.
Amy was his happiness.
The ranger station parking lot wasn’t usually a hotbed of activity, but this morning the entire lot was jam- packed with cars.
“What’s going on?” Amy asked.
Matt was staring at the lot. “I have no idea.”
They got out looking like a ragtag team from
Not from the climb.
Just looking at her warmed Matt from the inside out.
“Mallory’s car is here,” Amy said, pointing it out. “And Grace’s. And isn’t that Josh’s car? And Ty’s truck? And Sawyer’s cop car? What-Why is everyone here? Do you think they’re all here supporting you?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what he thought.
Proving it, the station door opened, and people filed out, his coworkers, and then Jan, Lucille, Lucille’s entire posse… half the town.
“What the hell?” Matt said.
Sawyer reached him first. “Got Riley’s assailant in custody. The idiot showed up at the diner last night with a knife, threatening everyone in sight if they didn’t produce Riley, and Jan beaned him with a frying pan. She’s pressing charges, and Riley will do the same.” Sawyer looked at Amy. “Jan told Riley that they were even now. The slate was cleared, and Riley could rent out that little hole-in-the-wall studio apartment above the diner if she wanted.”
Ty and Josh reached them. Josh’s attention narrowed in on Matt’s makeshift splint. “Ah, hell,” he said, sliding the torn shirt aside, examining the shoulder until Matt hissed in a breath. “You did it again, didn’t you?”
Lucille pushed her way between the two big men, barely coming up past their elbows. “Well?” she demanded of Matt. “I came out here and missed my morning talk shows. The least you can do is give me an exclusive quote on the situation.”
Matt shook his head. “I don’t know the situation.”
Lucille went brows up, looking as if she’d just swallowed the canary. “So if I told you that we all came here to see your sexy tush fired, you’d believe me?”
Matt slid a look to Josh and Ty, both of whom were wearing dark sunglasses and matching solemn expressions, giving nothing away. Some help.
Lucille smiled and patted him on the chest like he was a sad puppy. “Aw, you’re too cute to tease. We all came this morning to plead your case. Ty and Josh here told your boss that you couldn’t be here because you were busy saving a woman who’d gone into the forest alone.” She turned to Amy. “Did you need saving again, honey?”
“Actually,” Matt said, holding her tight to his good side. “She saved
“Sweet,” Lucille said. “I saved you, too, don’t forget.” She elbowed Ty. “See, Facebook isn’t
“Show?”
“Your art. You came to Lucky Harbor to follow your grandma’s decades-old adventure, hoping for the same life-changing experiences, right? Do you have any idea what a great story that makes to go with the art? It’s fantastic. I can’t even make that stuff up. You’re going to sell like hotcakes. We’re going to make buckets of money.”
“How did you know all that?” Amy asked. “About my grandma and everything?”
“Honey, I know all. The question is, did you get your life-changing experience?”
Amy looked at Matt and smiled. “I did.”
Matt’s entire heart turned over in his chest. “Damn,” he said, pulling her in. “Damn, I love you.”
“Watch the arm!” Josh warned.
“He’s not watching that arm,” Ty said as Matt kissed Amy again.
“Christ,” Josh said.
Matt ignored them all and kept kissing Amy. A surge of emotion rocked him to his core when she responded with everything she had, and the kiss got even a little more heated. He was vaguely aware of everyone cheering and hooting and hollering, but he didn’t give a shit. He had everything he ever wanted, at last.
Raising his head, he looked down at the woman whose smile made it seem as if she were lit up from within. She was filthy, exhausted, probably half starved, and a complete mess. But she took his breath and owned his heart, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. “Be mine, Amy.”
“I already am.”
The Chocoholics’ Brownies-to-Die-For
Ingredients
4 large eggs
1 cup of sugar
1 cup of brown sugar
1 cup of butter (2 sticks)
1 1/2 cups of sifted cocoa powder
2 tsp of vanilla
1/2 cup of sifted flour
1/2 tsp of salt
Use the mixer to beat the eggs on medium speed until they turn light yellow. Add both sugars and salt. Mix well. Then gradually add the rest of the ingredients: vanilla, butter, cocoa powder, and flour. Keep mixing until it is all combined but the batter is still lumpy.
Pour into an 8' x 8' greased, nonstick pan and place it in the oven at 300 degrees. After 45 minutes, use a toothpick to check the brownies. Check every five minutes for a total cooking time of up to 60 minutes. When the
