He led her around the building toward the alley where the back door was. “Close your eyes.”
“Seriously?”
“Don’t ruin the surprise.”
She did as she was told, allowing him to lead her on—toward what, she didn’t know.
“Remember how I told you that you reminded me that my dreams were worth fighting for?”
“Yes.”
He stopped moving. “I wanted to remind you of the same thing. Open your eyes.”
Sunlight streamed into the alley, illuminating an old, dusty-blue Volkswagen truck.
“So, look.” He ran over to the truck and pulled down the sides of the bed. “You can put crates here, and we can build a sort of shelf for the flower tins. Those galvanized metal ones you like so much. Oh, and this is the best part.” He reached inside the truck and pulled out a long sign that read:Forget-Me-Not Flower Truck.
Tears sprang to her eyes. “You did this for me?”
He leaned the sign against the side of the truck and looked at her. “I’d do anything for you.”
He grabbed hold of her sweater and gave it a tug, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. She pressed her hands against his chest and dared a glance into his eyes. Slowly, she drew her lips to his, aware that for once in her life, she wasn’t thinking of everything that could go wrong.
She was only thinking of one thing: possibility. And she didn’t have a single reservation about the risks of loving him. She only knew she wanted to do it from this day on and for the rest of her life.
