Page 71 of It's a Brewtiful Day

“You trusted me, right?”

“Yes, in that moment.”

“Sounds like a plan. We’ll take it moment by moment then, since really, that’s what life is. The regular, the ordinary, with moments of something extraordinary tossed in every once in a while to keep us on our toes. There doesn’t have to be a big picture and there doesn’t need to be an end game right now.”

The tears fell. “Good thing you didn’t talk to my sister.”

He chuckled and inched himself to the edge of his seat. “Why are you crying?”

“Because … I’m scared about wanting to take this step with you, and yet, knowing that we’ll be okay.” In saying it, my heart felt lighter, and the endless worrying melted away.

“So, what are you saying?” He waited with bated breath.

I nodded; I couldn’t stop myself. “Let’s give it a shot. Let’s giveusa shot.”

He rose and stretched out a willing hand, pulling me up onto my feet. “Oh, Sage. That makes me happy.”

“It mocha me so happy too.” I fell into his open arms and stared up into those gorgeous mossy-green eyes of his.

His head tipped sideways, but he laughed. “Really?”

“If you’re going to be the new owner, you’re going to have to take over Nina’s puns.”

“Maybe.” Those strong arms that held me together during the storm, wrapped around me once more. Only this time, I wasn’t going to pull away and his grip wasn’t loosening. “I’ll just have to do my own thing.”

“Maybe you will.” I snuggled deeper into his arms as a satisfied sigh rolled out of me. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

I gazed back up to search his eyes and hope he could see my soul. “For being you. For being patient with me. For helping me find one thing I didn’t know I needed so much.”

“Oh yeah?” The smirk deepened. “And what’s that?”

“You know.” I splayed my hand over his heart.

“Maybe, but I want to hear it anyway.” The smile curling on his lips and pushing up into his eyes delighted me as much as the sweet tone in his words.

“You. I need you.” Wow. Saying it was a huge release; it was something I’d never vocalised before—at least not to a guy.

“There she is.” He stared down into my heart and soul. “I knew I’d find you.”

“My very own Prince Charming.”

“My very real Snow White.”

Two characters from our favourite tv show.

I wrinkled up my nose. “Can I be EmmaSwan instead? She’s not as fierce as Snow.”

“Ah, I disagree. As Dark Swan—”

I pressed my fingers to his lips to stop him from talking. “Perhaps before we get into a debate on the toughest female of the show, maybe you should kiss me, because I really need you to.”

“Anything you need.”

Epilogue

Six Months Later