Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
A Good Kind of Change
Sawyer
If someone had told me a few months ago I’d be spending my Saturday morning unloading white folding chairs from the back of a flower shop van, I’d have laughed them straight off Lucky Ranch.
But there I was, boots in the damp grass, sleeves rolled, sweat creeping down my neck while the shiny new Bloom I was stepping boldly into the future.
A future that shimmered with possibility, filled with her, with us, and with the tiny heartbeat that would soon echo in our lives.
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