Page 58 of A Wedding at The Cornish Garden Café
‘I have a spare toothbrush you can use.’ She smiled.
‘You’re asking me to stay over?’ he asked.
‘I am. Not just tonight, but every night.’ His gasp of surprise made her throat ache with emotion.
‘I-I would like that very much.’ He kissed her again as if to seal the deal.
They linked arms and walked away from the fire, along the beach and headed to Edith’s cottage. When they arrived, she unlocked the door, and the moment they stepped inside, Wyatt wrapped her in his arms. She let the warmth of his embrace settle deep in her bones, and knew that this time, it was for keeps.
All of it — the laughter, the tears, the late-night planning sessions, the love that had grown quietly between them, had led to this. Somehow, in the process of working together, they had found each other again and their hearts had opened once more.
And it had all come about as they created a perfect and unforgettable wedding at The Cornish Garden Café.
The End
