Andrew tried to pay for their cheesecake, but Candace and Henry insisted it was on the house. It was like a family goodbye of hugs and handshakes as they left the diner.

“That was amazing, but we’d better get back to the hotel and pick up your things to go to the airport,” he said.

Kelly’s mood softened. She hated for this to end. “When do you fly back out?”

“I’ve got something to tell you.”

She closed her eyes, bracing herself.

“I’m coming back to Bailey’s Fork. We’re on the same flight.”

Her head jerked up. “We are?” Her heart was full of hope, but then she paused. “For how long?”

“All the way. You were right. Home can only be one place. I want to make my home in Bailey’s Fork. I hope it’ll be with you. It’s where we belong. With our families. That’s home.”

“I—”

“Please let me finish.” He placed his hand on her arm. “I know I messed up. I know we have a long way to go to repair the damage I’ve done, but with all that said, if I’d asked you to marry me on that stage, tell me…would you have at least for one tiny second considered saying yes?”

She sat there trying to not hyperventilate while gathering her thoughts.

Andrew sat quiet, almost looking defeated.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out the macaron he’d given her on stage. “Yes.” She handed it to him. “Yes. I’d have considered it. I’ve thought about it so many times since you’ve been back.”

“You scared me for a minute there.” Laughing, he pulled her in for a kiss. “Please tell me this means you’ll give me a second chance. I love you, Kelly. I’ve never loved anyone but you.”

“Me too. Well, I was really mad with you for a long time, but no one could get to my heart. It’s always been yours.”

“I’m coming home,” he said.

“Home. That sounds so good.” Her brows pulled together. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“We have a problem. It’s Gray.”

“That’s not a problem.” Andrew’s smile was broad. “I love Gray. I think that pig is cool.”

“We’re going to need a new name for him.”

“Why?” Andrew sat back. “I was only teasing about it being a weird name. It suits him.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s a long story, but I’m thinking maybe we need to call him Whay now.”

“Okay, I have no idea what this is all about, but you can call him whatever you like as long as we can be together. What’s the big deal about Gray anyway? I think he kind of looks like a Gray.”

She bit down on the left side of her lip. “It stood for Good Riddance Andrew York.”

“Ouch.” He winced. “Really?”