And then, with her mouth against mine, she whispers, “Yes. Obviously.”
 
 Cheers erupt around us. Autumn lets out a full-on scream. Eden jumps up and down beside her, grinning so hard her cheeks look sore. Hudson mutters something that sounds a lot like “finally” under his breath. One of Francie’s brothers swears, loudly. Might have been Myles. Might have been Brooks. I’m not looking. And I don’t care.
 
 Because she said yes.
 
 The lighthouse beam arcs over us, catching the tips of her hair like a halo. The breeze smells like salt and summer and home.
 
 From the corner of my eye, I catch Eden talking to West. There’s the strangest look on his face, like he’s trying – and failing – to keep his calm. She rolls her eyes, and he immediately looks away, suddenly very captivated by a string of lights.
 
 Interesting.
 
 But right now, I’ve got more important things to think about. Francie’s hand finds mine again, squeezing tight.
 
 Whatever our future holds, we’ll be plotting it together.
 
 And deep in my heart I know, it’ll be the best story I ever get to tell.