Logan laughed and dropped an arm around the woman’s shoulder. Hanna tried to think through the Rolodex of aunts and cousins she’d met over the years, but she couldn’t place her.
“Hanna,” the florist said, tapping her temple. “The Hanna. Of course!”
Logan and Hanna both shook their heads, their eyes widening.
“Not the Hanna anymore,” Hanna said.
Logan shrugged. “Well, not my Hanna, but?—”
“Oh,” she said, clenching her jaw together. “You know, I think I did hear something about that?—”
“Mom, can you help me with this godforsaken boutonniere?” Milo asked, cutting across the deck. “It’s crooked no matter what I do.”
Logan bit his lip to keep his laughter in as Hanna glanced between them, the puzzle pieces she’d collected falling together quickly. The florist turned her attention to her alleged son, her fingers working quickly to adjust the arrangement.
“Damn,” Milo breathed when he caught sight of Hanna, her mouth agape as she watched them move in the same fluid motions. “FaceTime didn’t do that dress justice, Arizona.”
Janet swatted at Milo’s shoulder. “Don’t talk to my best customer like that!”
Milo wrapped an arm around her back, pressing a kiss into her salt-and-pepper hair.
“What?” he asked.
“This is one of my sons up for grabs, by the way,” Janet said. “Though he’s making a terrible first impression.”
Logan leaned between them and kissed Janet on the cheek.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about Milo’s availability, Janny,” he said and darted away before Hanna could protest, laughing the entire way back into the house.
“How do you know my mom?” Milo asked, two sets of emerald eyes staring at her.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes catching on Janet’s emerald ring. “I thought your mom was a traffic school teacher?”
“Oh honey, that was decades ago,” Janet said. “And really only to pay the bills to get my shop started.” She turned to Milo, his face painted in an amused grin. “Wait! You’re the Phoenix girl. What happened with Lo?—”
“Mom, this is Hanna,” Milo cut her off. “My girlfriend?”
Janet raised her eyebrows. “Girlfriend!”
“Don’t freak out,” Milo mumbled, unable to stop the grin from lighting up his face.
Tom leaned forward and squeezed Milo’s shoulder as he looked to Janet.
“Don’t let your son fumble that one. Take it from me.”
He winked at Hanna, who was still trying to process being introduced as Milo’s girlfriend. Milo grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek.
“Everything fine?” he asked.
Hanna squeezed his hand and laughed.
“Better than fine.”
EPILOGUE
“Wait, I have to show you the view from the balcony,” Hanna chirped into the phone, holding it out as she ran through the world’s most charming countryside home.
She pushed open a set of creaky glass doors, stepping out into the brisk morning air. The hills of Pitlochry, Scotland unfurled before her, a stunning blend of cobblestone and soft green earth.
