His Lost-and-Found Bride

‘That you’d want to take up painting again?’

She nodded as her eyes glistened with tears. ‘Because we’ve come such a long way, Lucia. We’ve both moved on. You used to love painting and I know that you’ve found that little piece in your heart again that makes you ready to start again.’

She nodded her head slowly. ‘You’re right. I have. But I’d only just started to think about it.’ She looked around. ‘We’re in such beautiful surroundings I can’t help but feel inspired.’

He leaned forward to kiss her. ‘Which leads me to my next question. Where do you want to live?’

She smiled and looked around. ‘This might surprise you, but I’ve kind of grown fond of these Tuscan hills. I like the peace. I like the quiet. Maybe I’m not the city girl I thought.’ She bit her bottom lip. ‘How would you feel about finding somewhere to live around here?’

He stood and pulled her to her feet, holding her close. He ran his fingers through her hair. ‘I think that this is a good place, a healing place. And I’m sure there’s a Tuscan villa somewhere in these hills just waiting for us to renovate it. A villa where we can build you your own studio.’

She smiled again, ‘All work and no play makes Logan a dull boy.’

She was teasing and he knew it. ‘Who says anything about working?’ he murmured.

She pressed a little kiss against his lips. ‘Do you want to know what I wished for?’

‘Are you going to tell me?’

She nodded. ‘Someone must have been listening. When I threw that coin I wished for new beginnings.’

His eyebrows rose. ‘You did?’ It was perfect. It was as if everything was just meant to be.

‘I did,’ she said with confidence, and with that she rose up on her toes to kiss him. ‘To new beginnings,’ she whispered.

‘New beginnings,’ he murmured, and he kissed her right back.