Epilogue
Ally tuned out the passing traffic of Broughton Street, focusing solely on the rise and fall of Jonah’s chest. Nestled between his arms, they both gazed at the quaint antique shop.
“Mystique Antiques,” Jonah mumbled in the space between her neck and shoulder, just before he kissed it. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” she answered, gazing at her wrist. A twinge of sadness stole her breath as she ran her finger of the face of the watch. As much as she disliked it at first, deep down she knew of the magic contained within those tiny gears.
It had been the seconds on the watch that gave her a second chance with Jonah. Twila convinced her that the watch wasn’t broken nor was her relationship with him. Ally would always be grateful to her.
“We better hurry. We have a
