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How would he know? She cocked an eyebrow and looped her arms around his neck.

“What? I have read them, you know.”

“When?!”

“Last year during the shoot, after I bought your signed book,” said Nick. “But I didn’t read that one straight away. I started with your debut and went from there. I love how they’re all interconnected.”

“God, I had no clue, you crafty bugger!” Evie playfully punched his arm. “I love you so much!”

“You know, I never get tired of hearing that.” He smiled.

“I feel SO lucky!”

“Yeah, well, luck always plays a part in which books get adapted,” said Nick. “And even when the rights are purchased, there’s no guarantee they’ll—”

“No, I’m not talking about that, Nick. I’m talking about you.” Evie gazed into his eyes. “I don’t know what might’ve happened if we weren’t separated all those years ago, but I no longer think it matters. All that counts is we got here. The wrong turns, the detours…marauding Viking puppets—they all brought us here. Now.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Nick leaned in for a kiss, but his focus jumped up. “Oh, Tigs, you’ve got…”

She hastily rubbed her cheek. “Argh, do I have melted cheddar on my face again? I swear I wear more mac ’n’ cheese than little Luke.”

“No, it’s an eyelash. May I?”

Evie nodded, and Nick tapped his index finger against the side of her nose. He presented the lash for perusal. “Go on, Sutherland, you know what to do.” His dark eyebrow arched with anticipation.

“I would, but…” Evie’s heart fizzed with joy. “It’s already come true.”