He smiles. “I like to think of it as synchronicity.”

“I believe in fate,” I tell him. “I believe in horoscopes, too. I read mine every day.”

“Maybe you should read mine,” he says, and there’s humor in it. “I’d love to know what fate has in store for us, Laine. I think it’s a good thing.” “Me too,” I say, and I mean it.

“So,” he prompts. “What is it that you want?”

I shrug, and gesture around me, to the beautiful room in his beautiful house.

“This,” I tell him. “This everything. It’s… it’s like a fairytale.” “Beauty and the Beast?” He laughs.

“No!” I laugh with him....