“I didn’t want to have to deal with my dad insisting on doing the ceremony,” Nessa said.

“And I don’t want to deal with my dad even being there,” Flynn chuckled. “He’s in mourning now because Delores left him. And when he’s sad, the only thing that cheers him up is chasing another woman. He’d spend the whole time at my wedding looking out over the congregation for his next victim. I don’t want him to choose one from Blossom. I think we’d all have to save Tilly.”

Tilly came over to the table, almost as if she’d heard them, and sighed. “You still tryin’ to shape up?”

“Yes, ma’am, and makin’ progress. What about you?” Flynn asked.

“Still happy with my life.” She grinned. “What are y’all havin’ today?”

“I’ll have a large sweet tea and a chicken-fried steak.” He figured that when he was close to a finished product, he might be able to eat a hot dog again, but that wasn’t today.

“I want a sweet tea, chicken-fried steak, and a peach fried pie,” April said.

“And I’ll have a sweet tea and a burger basket,” Nessa added.

“Same thing every time y’all come in here,” Tilly said.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” April smiled up at her.

“Well, my pitiful little heart is broken.” Tilly sighed again. “I’ve missed out on two good men in one year. Jackson and now Flynn.”

“Maybe your luck will change next year,” Nessa said. “But just a word of advice you can take or leave. If you want a change, you have to work for it.”

“I’ve always been a little bit lazy.” Tilly grinned and then hurried back to the kitchen.

“A year can change luck for sure,” Flynn said. “A year ago, I was the one who wasn’t going to be in Blossom but a month or six weeks at the most, and now I’m the one living in the house. If and when I ever get married, y’all realize the wife will make changes to the place, right? Is that going to bother either of you?”

“Of course not.” Nessa shook her head. “I made lots of changes to Jackson’s place when I moved in. Y’all ever think that fate had a hand in bringing us all back to Blossom?”

“Oh, yes, I do,” April answered. “Call it fate or the will of God or good luck—whatever you want to name it—but it’s a miracle that we’re all sitting here together tonight.”

“And we have found the happiness we were looking for, right?” Nessa asked.

“Yes!” Flynn and April said at the same time.

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