Chapter 22
BRITTA STEPPED OUT OF MILO’S embrace, but grabbed his hand. Her heart cartwheeled in her chest when he interlaced his fingers with hers. “Milo, I’m sorry I could never catch up to you until now. It’s been nuts around here.”
“I understand. I’ve been looking for you too,” Milo said. “Did you make your goals, then?”
Britta nodded, a huge smile spreading across her face. “Preliminary numbers say yes. We’ll have enough to hire a children’s librarian, make all the renovations, and the repairs. I can hardly believe it.”
“I can. I knew you’d make it.”
Britta felt his confidence in her—in that moment—as if he’d built an impenetrable wall around them. Milo believed in her, and he would never let anyone hurt her again. Why had she ever doubted him? “Milo, I’m so sorry for the way I’ve
