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“And Mr. R.? This pizza? To die for.”
    â€œYou remember that the next time you want to order from Parelli’s,” Joe told her.
    Angie shook her head with a grin, watching her parents, while Jillian watched her, searching for words but unable to describe the love and thanks in her heart at that moment. Emotion clogged her throat, and she swallowed it down.
    â€œJillian,” Alice asked, breaking the spell. “Have your parents seen the house yet?”
    Jillian shook her head. “No. Not yet. Maybe next week.” Alice nodded, but made no comment.
    They finished up their meal, the time peppered with much laughter. Afterwards, Joe offered to take the moving truck back so Angie and Jillian could rest and Shay and Laura could be on their way.
    â€œYou’re the best, Pop,” Angie said, hugging her father. “Thank you.”
    â€œI can’t believe my little Angelina owns her own home now,” he said, and the seriousness in his voice was a testament to the emotion he was feeling. “You kids are all growing up so fast.” He reached out and pulled Jillian into the hug. “My girls.”
    â€œDon’t go getting all sappy on them, Joe,” Alice said, grabbing his shoulder. “Leave the poor girls alone. They’re tired.” Over his shoulder, she winked at them. “I’ll be over tomorrow to help you with the kitchen.”
    Angie nodded. “Thanks, Mama.”
    â€œThanks, Mama,” Jillian echoed. Alice’s grin widened, and she patted Jillian’s cheek.
    Jillian and Angie stood on the porch and waved as everybody pulled away. Then Jillian closed the front door and turned to Angie.
    â€œSo. Here we are,” she said. “ Alone .”
    â€œFinally,” Angie said, opening her arms, then wrapping them around Jillian. “In our house.”
    Jillian smiled, placed a kiss on the side of Angie’s neck. “Doesn’t it feel weird?”
    â€œIt kind of does. I mean, I feel like a grown-up now.”
    â€œThat’s exactly it,” Jillian said. “I feel like this is the final step from old teenager to real adult.” They stood quietly in each other’s arms. “We own a house.”
    â€œWe do. Together.”
    Jillian pulled her head back to look at Angie. “I think it’s time to pop that champagne.”
    They grabbed the bottle, two plastic cups, and headed up to the bedroom. In the doorway, they stood looking down at the mattress. When their gazes met, they each burst into laughter.
    â€œJust our luck, huh?” Jillian said, shaking her head.
    â€œI’m getting some sheets.” They quickly threw some bedding on and pulled their down comforter out of the garbage bag it was packed in.
    Looking down at the bed, Jillian said, “Well, it’s bigger than that double we had at your apartment.”
    Angie flopped down on it. “And more comfortable.”
    â€œThat’s because it’s not fifty years old like the other one.” Jillian sat next to her and opened the champagne.
    â€œDon’t throw that cork away,” Angie said, taking it from her.
    â€œWhat are you going to do with it?” Jillian poured two cups.
    â€œYou’ll see.”
    Jillian held up her cup. “To us and our new home.”
    Angie looked into her eyes and said softly, “I love you.” They kissed sweetly, then sipped.
    Jillian lay back on the mattress, letting her eyes wander across the vaulted ceiling and enjoy all the knotty pine, and big wood beams. Skylights let in a soft moonlight, and Jillian breathed a contented sigh, knowing this beautifully crafted house belonged to her now. “When we first looked at this house, and we came up here, do you know what my first thought was?”
    Angie stretched out next to her. “What?”
    â€œThat I wanted nothing more than to make love to you under these skylights.”
    â€œAnd now?”
    â€œI want to