Epilogue
Six months later…
Jo held Jack’s hand as they looked at their completed project. It’d taken hundreds of hours, more heartache and setbacks than they could have ever anticipated, but Wishing Well Bed and Breakfast was finally finished.
One of the crew members stood on a scaffold, helping the crane as it lowered the newly designed sign into place.
“I can’t believe it.” Jo wiped her eyes. “We did it.”
Jack tugged her flush against his side and slipped his arm across her shoulders. “We did it.”
In the last six months, they’d worked hard to get the house remodeled with the goal of being the first couple married there. Now that it was finished, in two months , they’d be standing in the arbor with friends and family, finally saying I do.
More than once, they’d been tempted to use a justice of the peace, but each time, they’d dug deep for a little more willpower and stayed the course. The place would officially be theirs as soon as they were married. Jack hadn’t wanted to wait, but Jo had insisted that she wanted to wait until she was Jo Turner.
A car stopped behind them, and the engine died. “I’ve got the celebratory Blueberry Wishes scones!” Her grandma yelled.
“I’ve got a round of Wishing for a Latte Caramel, too,” Lucy yelled.
Grandma and Lucy joined Jo and Jack, taking in the new bed and breakfast. “Oh, honey, it’s just beautiful.”
Jo pulled away from Jack and hugged her grandma. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” She moved to Lucy. “And you.”
“Oh, sure, you could have.” Her grandma waved her off. “When’s the wedding again?” she asked.
Jo laughed. “In two months.”
“Will you be writing an article about it for Eternal Vows?” asked Lucy.
“Maybe?” She returned to Jack’s side and wrapped her arms around his chest. “Or maybe I’ll have Bridget write it. I don’t know yet.”
She’d written a handful of articles for them since quitting. Delia had used her photos as well. Unlike previous times, she’d kept her time away from home short and still managed to deliver articles that delighted both her boss and the bride.
“I’m just so proud of you,” Grandma said. “So, so proud of both of you.”
For Jack, it was for more than just the bed and breakfast. His furniture was now being displayed in a gallery in New York. Jo had reached out to one of her contacts while taking care of business there right after she quit Eternal Vows, and a few weeks later, he’d requested a few things to see how well they’d do. Then the article came out with the arch and he’d been turning down offers from all across the globe.
He’d had to decline several, but with the remodel finally finished, he’d be free to take on whatever projects he wanted, within reason, since they were still in the middle of planning a wedding.
“I can’t believe it’s almost time for the grand opening.” Grandma said.
“I know. The soft opening with just friends and family is two weeks from now.” Jo eyed Lucy. “And we’ve got the menu all worked out.”
Lucy would be the official chef. She’d still own her café in town, but she was in the process of hiring a manager who would oversee it full-time since she’d be working at the bed and breakfast.
“I can’t wait to cook in that kitchen.”
Jack snorted. “I bet since you’re the one who designed it.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Hey, you wanted this to be the place everyone wanted to stay. The best way to the heart is through the stomach and that takes a fantastic kitchen.”
“Fine, I won’t disagree,” he replied.
Jo held her breath as the crew stepped away from the sign. It was plain with just the name of the business, but they’d chosen a font that would look good in photos without taking away from the subjects.
“Oh, it’s just perfect.” She turned to Jack. “I’m ready to be Mrs. Turner.
His eyes narrowed as he smiled. “I’m ready for you to be Mrs. Turner.” He cupped her cheek. “Best answer to a wish I ever got.”
“Best answer ever.”
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