“I choose you, Finn,” she choked out. “Always you.”
But she didn’t have to make that vow.
I wasn’t the one who’d been betrayed.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life working toward your forgiveness, Aoife.”
A shaky sigh escaped her as she shook her head. “A fresh start, Finn. That’s what we both need.”
“Is moving apartments enough?”
She appeared to consider that but admitted after a couple seconds, “I love my sisters-in-law; I even love my brothers-in-law. I don’t want to be away from them. I don’t want Jake to be away from them either.”
“Maybe it’s time we started our own traditions?”
An interested gleam appeared in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“How about a Saturday night dinner?”
“So they can still go to their parents’ but we won’t lose touch?”
I nodded. “What do you think?”
Hope appeared to unfurl inside her, tipping the corners of her lips into a beautiful smile. “I like the sound of that.”