He pulls me closer and brushes loose strands of hair from my face. “Sounds like something positive did come out of this after all.”

I squeeze him hard. “I guess so. It’s still stressful, but as you’ve said, the comeback will be better.”

He kisses me, and I sink into him, getting lost for a moment.

“Okay, come look at my back room,” I say, leading the way. Right now, it’s just a wooden structure with studs and no insulation yet.

“Do you have more space here too?”

“Noah hooked me up by bringing it out a few feet on each side.”

“I would say so.” Archer looks around. “I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.”

“I also asked him to install better lighting because it was always so dark.”

Archer smiles. “Baby, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, babe. You seriously kept me from jumping over the edge when things felt too overwhelming.”

“And now it’s over halfway done. Before long, you’ll get back to normal, and we can put this all behind us.”

My heart pounds hard in my chest, and we meet each other’s eyes. “Still, I hope we can find out who’s responsible. I’m not sure I’ll feel completely safe until we do.”

Archer pulls me into his chest and kisses my forehead. “I know, love. I know.”

After I lock up, we meet everyone in the park. There’s a stage set up and booths with activities for the kids. Owen runs over with a huge corn dog in his hand. There’s mustard squirted up and down the sides of it in a zigzagged mess. That thing is dangerous.

“Hey, you sharin’?” I ask, pretending to steal it.

He nearly shoves it in my face. “Sure, take a bite!”

“No, no,” I say with a laugh. “I was just kiddin’, but thank you. Such a little sweetheart..”

“Did you get some napkins?” Katie asks him as her parents trail him with the twins in a double baby stroller. They’re wearing matching outfits and hats with red and white striped sunglasses. They look adorable.

“Uhh...” Owen shrugs and takes a big bite. He already has yellow smeared on his cheeks.

Katie’s mother hands him a napkin. “Thanks, Grandma.”

“I brought you guys a blanket,” Tyler says, pointing at a spot that they saved for us. Archer sits, and I settle down on his lap.

“Did you really want a corn dog?” he asks.

“Yes.” I waggle my brows, and he chuckles at my insinuation. “I actually think I want some chili cheese curly fries.”

“That does sound good,” he admits.

“I got this.” I kiss him, then stand. “I’ll be right back.”