"Cool."

"That's all you've got to say?"

"Obviously, congratulations. I thought you'd already asked her."

Luke sighs. "No, I haven't fucking asked her," he says. "It's a big deal."

"I just thought, since you're living together and all, and there's the baby. Hell, I didn't know you hadn't asked her yet."

"I'm not doing it yet," Luke says. "It'll be a few weeks until the ring gets here."

"Okay." Why did my brother drive all the way up here to tell me this now?

"I'm going to do it with everyone there. You and Elias and Silas and River and Tempest."

"You that concerned she's going to say no, so you want us as witnesses?"

Luke laughs. "No. I want you there. Even though you're a morose asshole, you're still my brother. And Autumn is tight with River and Tempest."

"Uh-huh."

"You've been avoiding people since you got back."

"By people, you mean Elias and Silas?"

"We've gotten together three times in the last two months for dinners and you've missed all of them."

"So they sent you up here to guilt trip me?" I shake my head as I take a swig of beer. "Do you see this place? I've been busy. And I have been to dinner with them since I've been back."

"Yeah, when you and Elias were sniping at each other," Luke says.

"That's how it's always been with the fucking twins. We get over it."

"So now you get over it," Luke says, "because tomorrow, we're going to Elias' house and you're going too."

I groan inwardly. "Alright, alright. Enough with the guilt. I'll be there."

"How is the cabin coming along?" River asks. She's perched on the edge of the sofa, looking...well, like a movie star. There's no hiding that, no matter how down to earth she is. She's beautiful, but it's not her looks that set her apart from the rest of us. It's the way she carries herself. Regal almost.

"Good." I nod. "It's good. Everything's good."

"You've said 'good' three times now," River points out.

"We invited Cade and June too." Elias walks over to join us. "You met them before. They have a couple of kids."

Great. More kids. Autumn and Luke's kid is tearing around River's place like a miniature wrecking ball. So far, all I've learned about kids is that they don't like it when you play fetch and they're basically like tiny tornadoes that destroy anything in their path.

"So you're staying here," Silas says, his eyebrows raised. "Permanently."

I shrug. Why am I getting the fifth degree here? I'm sitting on the sofa starting to feel like I've been set up on one of those intervention shows or something. Killian Saint, we're beginning to be concerned about your lack of interaction with other humans. We've arranged for you to go to spend time being nice to people all day long.

That would be my own personal hell.

"We're all back in West Bend for good," Silas notes. "Who the hell would have thought that would happen?" He puts his arm around Tempest and she practically beams at him.

Then June and Cade arrive with their kids, and all hell breaks loose as the kids noisily tear into toys on the floor. It's loud and chaotic as Luke brings out plate after plate of food while we're seated around a big farmhouse table in River and Elias' dining room.

"Who would have thought the Saint boys, West Bend pariahs and assholes extraordinaire, would have landed such awesome women?" Elias asks, raising his beer bottle in a mock toast.

"Language," River warns, glancing at the kids at their small table a few feet away.

"I'll drink to that," Silas agrees, "but Tempest landed me, so it's really the other way around. I was the catch."

Tempest slaps him on the arm.

Looking around at everyone laughing and talking, I get that same pang of something that I got before at Luke and Autumn's place a faint sense of longing for what I've been missing.

I've never had anything like they have. Even Luke, who's always been a runaround, seems perfectly content with Autumn. They're all living normal lives with people they care about. I thought I was smart, keeping people at arm's length. Maybe I'm the stupid one here and they're the ones who have it all figured out.

Then June's boy walks over and grins up at me.

"He likes you," June says.

"Obviously his sense of judgment is impaired," Elias jokes.

"Hey, kid." He squints, apparently scrutinizing my beard. Alright, maybe this kid thing isn't so bad after all. Then the kid gets a weird look on his face.

And vomits all over my lap.

"Oh, shit." June rushes over.

Never mind. The whole no-kid no-wife solitary lifestyle is definitely a win. And vomit-free.

16.

Lily "Mommy isn't upset, Chloe," I reassure her as I turn down Main Street toward the bakery. "I'm just trying to think of all the things we have to do."

"You're frowning. When you're upset, you get those lines in your forehead."

"What?" I glance in the rearview mirror. Oh God, she's right. When did I get so old? There are lines in my forehead the depth of canyons. I should get some face cream or stop worrying about the bakery all the time. Either one would probably work. "I'm not upset. I'm just concentrating really hard."

"Okay, mom. I don't look upset when I concentrate."

Touche.

There's a lot to be stressed out about when it comes to the bakery. It hasn't been doing badly. Our numbers are steadily improving, but those rough couple of months when we started means I maxed out both of my credit cards to keep us afloat. And that's not counting the small business loan I took when I bought this place.

Nobody said running a business was easy, but that freezer is the most recent of my problems, since that little noise it was making turned into a bigger noise yesterday afternoon. As of last night, it was still running when the handyman stopped by to look at it. His diagnosis was that it was old and I needed a new one as if I have extra cash lying around the bakery for a new freezer.

My heart skips a beat when I pull into an empty space in front of the store, because I recognize the truck parked outside. When I test the bakery door, it's already unlocked. Opal and Killian's voices drift from the back, clear as day.

"Miss Opal! Hey Miss Opal, I want to tell you about the caterpillar I found yesterday!" Chloe bounces through the front of the store and disappears into the kitchen, the door swinging on its hinges behind her.

Even though I know Killian is here, I still stop short when I reach the kitchen and see him. He's wearing a jeans, work boots, and white t-shirt, sweat causing it to cling to his muscles in places. Basically, he looks like he stepped off the pages of Super-Hot Repairmen Magazine. That explains the surge of heat that rushes through me at the mere sight of him.

Opal clears her throat. "Before you say anything "

My gaze lands on the tools in Killian's hand. And the freezer door that's off its hinges and propped up against the far wall. I look back and forth between Killian and Opal in disbelief.

"Now, Mr. Saint is fixing the freezer," Opal says, "because he's kind and generous with his time and came down here to help out." She speaks each word slowly and carefully like she's speaking to a child, her eyes boring into me, her message telegraphed loud and clear: don't yell at him.

Chloe directs her attention to Killian. "I beat East doing my math problems in school the other day, even though he said I wasn't going to beat him because I was too slow. Just so you know . . . because you didn't think I could do those math problems."

"Well, shoot." Killian winks at me. "You sure proved me wrong, didn't you?"

"I did," Chloe says, matter-of-fact. She holds out her empty palm and looks at Killian expectantly.

Killian looks up at the ceiling, pretending not to remember their bet, before sliding his hand into his pocket and retrieving his wallet. He hands Chloe a dollar bill. "It's all I've got. That's worth four quarters. Now you owe me some more math problems if you can handle it."

"I can handle it for sure," Chloe says, her voice firm. "Miss Opal, I found a caterpillar in its cocoon today. Mom helped me get a stick and put it in a jar so we could watch it. It's going to change into a butterfly, you know."

"Is it really?" Opal asks. "Why don't you come out to the front and we'll have a tea party and you can tell me all about it?"

"I will tell you all about it. Mom, can I have cookies?"

"You can have cookies and juice. No soda."

"Mo-om," Chloe whines. "It's pretend champagne. Because we're fancy."

"You shouldn't be drinking pretend champagne at a tea party anyway." I glare at Opal. "Opal, no fake champagne. Or soda."

Opal shakes her head as she rounds the corner from the refrigerator, a plate of cookies in her hand. "You know, in my day, they used to give children soda. Said it was good for them."

I cock my head to the side. "I didn't know they had soda in Paleolithic times."

"Burn," Killian says.

"Paleolithic means dinosaurs, right?" Chloe asks. "Miss Opal wasn't alive when dinosaurs were on the earth. Were you? Humans weren't alive then."

"Your mother is making a joke," Opal explains. "Unfortunately, her sense of humor isn't that well-developed. Now, make sure to eat a bunch of cookies before you go home, so you have lots of energy for your mom. And we'll see what soda we can find. The extra-sugary kind, I think."

"Opal!" I yell as she whisks Chloe out to the front of the store. Then I stand there, alone with Killian.

"Opal called me," Killian says, his voice gruff. The sound of his voice, low and gravelly, sends goose bumps along my arms.

"Opal called you and you just dropped everything and came here?"

Not more than a minute after she left, Opal pokes her head back through the kitchen entrance. "I popped my head back in here to tell you I'm taking your child to my house. She decided she'd rather do a real tea party. I didn't hear any screaming yet so I figured it was safe to come in."

"You thought I was going to come in here and scream at Killian for dismantling the freezer?"

"Not dismantling it. Fixing it," Killian interrupts.

"I was slightly more concerned for his safety."

"You should be more concerned about yours, old woman."

"You're awfully cantankerous today, Lily. You should think about doing something to . . . ease your stress." She looks at me innocently and bats her eyes, but the implication that Killian is the perfect stress reliever is crystal clear.

I narrow my eyes at her. "I might be looking at the cause of my stress."

"Hey, mom." Chloe's head appears beside Opal's waist. "I don't want to hang out here today. Miss Opal has hats and real dishes and jewelry."

"You don't want to make cupcakes?"

"I'd rather go to Miss Opal's house."

Opal's house is within walking distance of the store, a Victorian place in the historic part of town that suits her, since she herself is a relic of West Bend. "Bring her back if she misbehaves." I give Chloe a stern look.

"Nonsense. She never misbehaves. Text me when you're finished here and you can pick her up. I can't guarantee I'll want to return a kid this cute, though."

Chloe giggles. "You always say that, but you always give me back."

"Let's get on now." Opal ushers Chloe off, and I hear the front door shut behind them.

Killian and I stand there in awkward silence, the air between us thick with the unspoken pull of attraction that has existed between us since the day we crashed into each other at the general store. "Did Opal badger you into coming down here to fix the freezer?"

Killian shrugs and grunts. "Didn't have to badger me."

I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The only thing I can think about is that damn kiss. "Do you know anything about freezers?"

Killian shrugs. "Enough to fix the compressor."

I don't know what the compressor is, but that sounds like good news. "You fixed it?"

Killian wipes his hands on his jeans. "It's old. It's not going to last you forever. You're going to need a new one probably in six months or so. But I think it'll work for a bit."

I exhale heavily. "Oh my God, I could kiss you right now." I blurt it out before I realize what I'm saying.

"No one's stopping you."

Heat rises to my face. No one is stopping me from kissing Killian Saint except myself and that's the biggest obstacle of all. "I'm just ... this is really good news. The repair guy said I needed to get a new one, and that's just the last thing I need things are a little bit tight right now. I'm just saying thank you."