Page 95 of Broken Heart

I smiled against his lips. “I’ll be sure to give them extra thanks.”

Tipping his head to the side, a mischievous grin washed over his expression. “What about me? Do I get extra thanks?”

I giggled. “I think you already knew that was coming, even before I knew about the party. This has been such a special day, and it’s just barely started.”

He smiled at me. “Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“Good. Let’s catch up with everyone in the kitchen, so you can fully enjoy your party.”

With that, Cooper led me out into the kitchen. And the minute I walked in to see all that his family had done, my heart swelled in my chest.

I loved Cooper.

I adored his family.

And I was so grateful to feel like I’d found a place I belonged with people who truly loved and cared about me in return.

Cooper Westwood had changed my life. I was thankful every single day for the gust of wind that sent that piece of wood flying through the front door of my bookshop and the guy who believed it was fate that made it happen.