Page 144 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“Really. But first”—Beau paused, pulling her back to him—“I’m going to keep dancing in the rain with you. And then, I’m taking you inside and not sneaking out the window tomorrow. Or the day after. And soon, we’re going to the happiest place on earth and putting some well-deserved smiles on kids’ faces.”

The rain continued to pour down on them as they danced to silent music no one else could hear. But no storm—a sprinkle or hurricane—could prevent Sienna from seeing the love Beau held for her that poured out of his warm brown eyes.

“Thisis the happiest place.” Sienna yanked on his lapel. “Us. Together.”

“Better late than never, yeah?”

“No,” Sienna said emphatically, kissing him. “Betternowthan never.”

epilogue

one month later

“I’m goingto need another one of these,” Beau said, tossing the now bare turkey leg into the trash before wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin. “How’s that Dole Whip? As good as you remember?”

Sienna looked down at her ice cream, stirring it with a spoon. “It is. But the one at Maloney’s is better,” she told him with a wink.

“Because it’s got rum in it,” Henry reminded her, and Sienna waved him off with her hand.

Beau wrapped an arm around Sienna’s waist, pulling her to his side. “What do you think? Are they too old?”

Sienna looked at Grace and Molly, walking linked at their elbows. Every moment, one would turn and point at something, the other going in that direction. “Definitely not,” she said, catching the look of wonder painted across her now fifteen-year-old daughter’s face. She smiled at a little boy who walked along with them, holding his father’s hand. Charlie had the same cancer Grace did. He had finished his second round of chemo in time to join the trip to Disney World. And even though there were dozens more children who had their wish come true that night, Sienna’s heart pained.But so many others didn’t, she thought, trying not to let the frown that came to her face be too evident.There’s no frowning at Disney.

“We’ll do it again next year.”

Sienna laughed. “Next year, you’ll be on a football coach’s salary,” she reminded him.

Beau fiddled with the Mickey ears headband he wore. “I’m... I’m not taking a salary.”

“No?” Sienna asked.

Beau shook his head. “They’re using that money for something else.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want to tell you now and jinx it. We’re still waiting for approval from the superintendent.”

“Approval for what?” Sienna playfully nudged his chest. “Tell me.”

Beau took out his phone, pulling up a picture—a rendering. He zoomed in and handed it to her. “For the Clarke-Walker memorial stadium.”

Sienna’s eyes left the phone to meet his.

“Your dad never coached my brother,” Beau told her. “But I think they would’ve been a good team.”

Sienna nodded, taking Beau’s hand when he put the phone back into his pocket. “Probably. Butyouwere his wideout.”

“And now you inherited me,” Beau joked, and Sienna giggled as they kept walking.

“My wideout also happens to be incredibly handsome, sweet... ” She paused, looking at the gaggle of children who had begun to gather in front of Cinderella’s castle. “And he’s also got a big heart. Maybe the biggest and best one of anyone I’ve ever met.”

Beau ignored her comment, but she could see the flush in his ears as they walked past a street lamp. “I could be something else, too.”

“What’s that?”

“Your husband. How do you feel about being Mrs. Wideout?”

Sienna nearly stumbled, and Beau’s hand fell to her waist to keep her upright.

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