“No, thank you. I’d rather leave them in the air-conditioning.” Rosalina turned back to the table. “Brodie and I can do it in the morning before we head into town.”

“Are you going to decorate your stall?” Callie asked. “Or just give the samples away?”

“I thought the stalls were about demonstrating your craft,” Delilah said. “Maybe you could make something. What would be easy to do?”

“We’re setting up in the morning,” Brodie said. “Not enough time to pull something together.”

“True,” Delilah said. “You know what might be fun? What if I did some cooking demonstrations?”

“If you’re down to do it, I’d like that a lot,” Brodie said. “It’ll drive business to the restaurant.”

“I want my atelier to smell just like this,” Knox said. “Can you make a home fragrance mist?”

“Sure,” Brodie said.

Rosalina elbowed him. “Don’t say that. I have no idea how to make a mist.”

“Then we’ll find someone who does.”

She gazed up at him, her heart so full. “There are no limits with you, are there?” She admired this man so much.

“No, princess. No limits.”

“Done.” Fin sealed his last jar and added it to the pile. “Now, whose ass am I kicking in air hockey?”

Brodie stepped away from her. “You sure your ego can take another beating, little brother? I was worried yesterday might’ve broken you.”

Will’s chair scraped back. He got up, smoothing Delilah’s long, blonde hair. “You should’ve seen Brodie on the trampoline.”

“Show off.” Gray didn’t look up from the lotion he was spooning into a funnel.

“Hey,” Brodie said. “Don’t give me shade just because you couldn’t get any air.”

“Oh, I got air,” Gray said. “Believe me. I was told to use one trampoline. If I’d known I could use the whole damn place, I’d have shown you what it looks like when a gold medalist gets it done.”

Knox kissed his cheek. “You’ll show them next time, sweetie.”

“Okay, now I get why you finished up here so fast.” Rosalina grinned. “Everything’s a competition to you guys.”

Brodie and Fin took opposite sides of the air hockey machine, and Will and Gray picked up ping pong paddles.

“It really is.” Callie watched Fin with adoration.

This.

This is the life I want. The certainty of it gripped her with a fierceness that took her breath away.

But did Brodie want it, too?

Or was he so passionate because he knew she was leaving?

They’d just loaded the bed of the truck, when Brodie shut the tailgate and hauled her into his arms. She loved this—the way she got to touch him whenever she wanted, sleep beside him at night. She got to talk to him about every little thing that popped into her mind and listen to all the ideas going through his.