“Mom!” Hazel was practically bouncing. “Vickie says Pop-pop’s sculptures will be on display in the garden, right in town. And guest artists will display their sculptures, too. And the whole thing will be named after him.”

Zoey looked at Mike, who nodded. “The Robert Hartford Memorial Sculpture Garden. It will be right near the festival grounds.”

Dad would never believe it. His artwork on permanent display in an actual park named after him. She ended up in another circle hug with Mike and Hazel. She met his gaze over her daughter’s head. He nodded at the top of Hazel’s head, his smile wide, but his voice low enough not to be heard by the crowd.

“Look—she’s between us again.”

Zoey laughed, but Hazel was solemn.

“Duh... I’m not between you. I’m with you.”

And just like that, Zoey felt...healed. Whole. And happy. She didn’t have two worlds anymore—no more two Zoey’s, mom vs woman. She had one world. And it was right here in this circle of love. Mike’s eyes were glowing with affection...and a touch of heat.

“She said she’s going to give us a chance, so what do you say—time to take that step forward?”

She went up on her toes to reach over Hazel to kiss him. “It’s long past time, I think. I love you both so much it hurts.”

“Okay,” Hazel protested, squished between them. “You’re making this a gross Hazel sandwich.”

Mike loosened his grip on the two of them, but just enough to give Hazel some breathing room. He tipped his head down to look right at her. “Are you okay with this, kid?”

Hazel rolled her eyes. “Are you going to keep your end of the deal?”

He laughed again, the sound ringing through Zoey’s heart like Christmas bells. “Keep the doors locked? I promise.”

Mary ran up to them just then, holding her phone up. Zoey noticed others in the room were looking at their phones, then laughing and pointing toward her and Mike and Hazel. Mary threw her arms around the threesome quickly for a hug.

“Congratulations, you guys. That was quite a win, and the sculpture garden will be incredible. I’m donating a website for that, by the way.” Mary ran her hand through Hazel’s hair, tousling it and making Hazel squeal. “And you, you little rascal! How the hell... I mean...heck...did you get my brother to dance like that?”

Bridget and Finn walked over, and Finn couldn’t stop laughing. “Well, I guess instead of boytoy we’ll have to call you twinkletoes, eh?”

“What is everyone laughing about?” Zoey grabbed at Mary’s phone. Oh, God. Hazel had a new video up. Zoey gave her a warning look before opening it.