I pointed to the line behind me. “I was waiting to get a flight back to Key Ridge. To tell you that my dreams have changed. I think they did a while ago, but I was too scared to admit it to myself.”

He looked at the line and then back at me, comprehension spreading across his face.

“That job isn’t important to me. You showed me what living could really be like. And I want that. With you. I don’t care what we do—stay in Key Ridge, try something else. Whatever it is, it sounds like the most exciting thing in the world, and I can’t wait to experience it with you.”

“Are you joking?” he said, shaking his head slowly.

“Nope.”

“You have no idea how happy that just made me,” he said before his mouth covered mine again.

After a minute, when we came up for air, I started laughing.

“Look what you did,” I said. “You did exactly what you said you would—showed me how fun life could be. You got to me.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said proudly.

I shook my head, still smiling. “You even left me without a plan. And even after all these weeks, I never did manage to help you find any of your own.”

Oliver’s gaze stayed fixed on me, as if I were the only person in existence. “You’re my plan, Frankie. You’re all my plans.”

Epilogue

OLIVER

“Got everything packed?” Frankie asked as she lugged a bag into the back seat of my car.

“Yep,” I said, stuffing a duffel bag along with a ton of loose items into the trunk.

She rolled her eyes at my mess.

Spending all of my time around her had changed me in so many ways, yet when it came to the small stuff, it seemed I would be this way forever.

She pinched a pair of my socks between her fingers. “Are these clean at least?”

“Of course, babe,” I said, dipping down to kiss the top of her head. “I’m not that bad.”

“I’m buying you a new duffel,” she insisted.

We moved to the front seats. I slammed my door shut before buckling my seat belt.

“My duffel is fine,” I said.

She laughed and stretched out in the passenger seat. “Clearly not. You’re busting out of it every time. You should be a pro at packing by now, considering you’ve been living out of that thing for months.”

“I’ll figure something out eventually,” I said. “Maybe whenever we get settled.”

“I’m not worried about it.” She beamed at me—fucking beamed at me.

I’d never get sick of this. To think, there was a time I was worried I wouldn’t be enough for her. Now she looked at me like I hung the stars. I ruffled her hair before placing my hand on the back of her headrest and turning my head to reverse the car out of the driveway.

“Wait!” Mattie called, sprinting down the porch stairs, waving a sweatshirt. “You forgot this in the laundry pile.”