Epilogue
“Honey, come on!” came Aaron’s voice from the hall. “We’re going to be late for the appointment. And we still have to pick Jessie up from school.”
Skye leaned back in her chair, finally happy with the design for her new logo. The studio formerly known as Hathaway Photography was, as of two weeks ago, Joel’s. She had spent the ten months between Aaron’s proposal and their wedding and the first four of the six months since helping Joel get situated and assuring herself that she was handing him a solid client list that appreciated and wanted his talents. She’d also built a rapport with an entirely new set of clients here in Montana—including the Royal R Ranch, the Ramshorn Hot Springs and Lodge, and the Bedspread Inn, as well as several other small businesses in Devyn and the surro
