Chasing The Sun (Angel Sands 7)

Her chest hitched. “I want home to be here,” she whispered. “I want to be here with you.” She’d been thinking about it for months. She’d always want to travel, to see new places and familiar friends. But Angel Sands was her anchor. She was drawn to it like a magnet. “You once told me I was like the sun, lighting everything up. But that’s not true. You’re the sun. I was a planet without an orbit until I met you. You made me want things I never knew I could have.” A tear ran down her cheek. “And you taught me to drive, which makes you the bravest man I know.”

He chuckled. “It was scarier than that zip line in Bali.” He slid the ring onto her finger, and she held it up, her heart full of love and happiness.

He stood and kissed her, his lips warm and certain. She held onto him like she held onto the rocks when she climbed Mont Blanc. Like he was her lifeline.

Maybe he was.

“Come on,” Jackson said when they parted, sliding his arm around her waist. “The whole town is waiting for us at Déjà Brew.”

“They know about your proposal?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “You can’t keep a secret in a small town. Blame Bella, she’s a blabbermouth.”

Lydia looked down at Bella. Her tail was wagging, her tongue lolling, and if she wasn’t a dog, Lydia would swear she was grinning up at them.

He was right. Home wasn’t a town or a city or any physical location. It was the thing that filled your soul. The place in your heart filled with the people you loved.

And she’d finally found it.

She rested her head on his shoulder as he led her back to the car, still holding her hand up to admire the ring.

“Okay then, handsome,” she told him. “Take me home.”