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I glance down and see an enormous perch right next to the patio with a big black bird sitting on it. "Aw, Sean delivered Mr. Turkey after we left."

"So"—Peter turns me toward him—"are we staying here or moving back to Texas?"

"It sounds like it's time to start over and this is the perfect place, the perfect house, with the perfect husband-to-be."

Peter takes me in his arms and dips his head, pressing his lips to mine. When he pulls away, he says, "I love you, Sidney Colleli."

"I love you, too, Peter Granz. Now give me some of that coffee you're always talking about."