A/N: This is it! The last chapter. Thank you so, so, so much for reading. This is my first fully finished original romantic fiction, and I'm thrilled I finally finished it!! It truly means everything to me that you've chosen to stick with me through this one. I really hope it made you smile.  xox -Germy

I walk around to the front of the Spoon, and wipe down the front windows. My back aches from a long day. Working ten hours and then moving furniture can really make a person wonder if they were stupid to not just hire the movers like all their friends had suggested.

But I wanted to do it. I had to.

"Yo. Earth to Max. Phone's for you. It's Rock." Libby sticks her head out of the front door, and scrunches her nose at me. I nod, and follow her inside. I walk over to the phone that only Rock ever uses, and I take a deep breath.

"Hey Unk. Yes, I took two ibuprofen. Yes, I'm drinking a lot of water. No, I don't want you to help me. You have to take it easy on that ticker of yours." I smile and make a face at Libby.

"Well, hello to you too." Rock's gravelly voice comes through, and I laugh.

"Hi."

"Listen, I know you've been busy, but I need your help. Got the Jenkin's Oldsmobile on the rack, and I just got a call for a tow. Out on 519, by the Morgan's." Rock sounds hurried, and annoyed. I look at the big clock over the register, and chew on my lip, thinking.

"Who? Jessica Kensington? I swear, that girl has the worst luck with that car." I groan, taking my apron off and throwing it into a ball on the counter. It's not exactly the best time to take a break, but we're not super busy.

Rock laughs good naturedly.

"Thanks, Maxine. See you tonight for dinner." He says.

"Yeah, be over by seven. I'm trying out the oven for the first time and if it explodes or catches on fire, I'm going to need back up." I grin. Rock howls with laughter and we say goodbye, hanging up after a moment.

"I'll be back. Gotta tow." I shout over my shoulder, as I run to grab my keys.

"See you for dinner! Christening the new old house!" Libby yells, and I nod, waving at Henry as I pass by.

"We need a new name for it. I can't keep calling it the 'new old house'." Henry rolls his eyes and Libby swats at him.

"How about the Trink Palace? Or the Trink Tabernacle?" She laughs and I roll my eyes.

"Bye, guys." I step out, walking to get the truck over in front of the Rust Depot before I head out.

The road to the Morgan's farm isn't far. It's a road I've taken almost every day of my life. I can drive along it without even thinking. It's like second nature to turn with the curves, and avoid the worst of the potholes that are there. Some sorry soul obviously isn't as in tune with the battered road as I am.

I see the car before I get to the turn off for the Morgan's farm. It's an old pick up, the paint red, peeling and battered. This one was going to be fun. I sighed and slowed down, pulling up in front of it. The owner was out of the car, the hood open, and half his body leaning over into the engine.

I wait a moment, watching in my rear view. My mouth suddenly feels dry. My heart, a steady beat in my throat.

The air is suddenly sucked from my lungs as he straightens and turns around.

In the shaky reflection of the rear view mirror, I see him. His dark, serious eyes. His broad shoulders covered in a blue tshirt, tight over his sinewy, toned arms. His hair just a bit longer than the last time I saw him. But his scruff is the same.

He doesn't smile.

I stumble out of the truck, as fast as my shaking legs can take me. I trail my hand down the side of the car, trying to make sense of him being here.

Sam.

I stop when I'm a few feet from him, speechless.

He narrows his eyes for a second, looking away, out over the vastness of the fields. I can barely think over the roar and rush of the blood in my ears.

"You don't honestly need a tow, do you?" I say, and Sam lets out a sharp laugh.

"If it's okay with you, I'll just wait for a bloke to tow me. I didn't know girls could work on cars." He says flatly, the eyebrow with the tiny scar above it raised and challenging. I laugh, but it comes out as a bit of a sob.

"Sam." I manage. He looks at me and then takes a step forward, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

"I did what you said." His voice is low and it hits me deep in my stomach. I look at him, watching him, wondering if he's real or if I'm imagining things.

"What I said?" I ask, confused.

"I stopped doing Poppy's Bucket List and started my own." He said, his face serious in every sense of the word. I nod, my mind racing.

"Oh? Where did you go? What did you do?" I stammer.

"I went home, to London. I saw some of my family there." He doesn't elaborate, but he doesn't need to. Family he hasn't seen since Poppy died.

"I went to Thailand. Spent a good bit of time there. I went to Peru. Cuba. Tahiti." He says and I can't keep my eyes from his mouth.

"You really did travel." I nod.

"You weren't just a check on her list, Max. I didn't care about her list when it came to you." He frowns and then the corners of his mouth twitch. "And I just...I couldn't...get you out of my head. No matter where I was, I couldn't leave you behind." He takes a step closer, and now we are nearly touching.

"I made a huge mistake, Sam." I whisper, and then, before I can say another word, he kisses me.

It is just as I remembered. Just as I'd dreamed about for the last four months. I melt against him, and wrap my arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes as I pull him to me.

"I love you. It's not because it's on someone's list. It's not because I don't know what I want. I went searching for what I wanted. And it was you, it was always you." He whispers against my lips, and I grin and close my eyes, feeling the tears start to fall.

"I love you too. I'm so sorry, I was so stupid. I wasn't pushing you around because I was angry at Evan. The truth is, I just really like pushing you around." I say with a smirk, and Sam's laugh is so loud that it echoes around us. He lifts me up then, twirling me slowly as I kiss his face.

"You gonna let me buy that terrible house of yours now?" He grins, his laughter gruff against my neck. I laugh loudly, holding him against me.

"No. It's mine. You still can't have it." I giggle, and he chuckles, finally setting me down.

"But, if you want, you could maybe rent a room from me. I'll give you a reasonable rate." I say with a smile, and Sam swats me on the butt before grabbing me and pulling me into a hug.

"It's perfect, Sam. It's so perfect. It's you. And it's me. It could be ours, if you wanted. Please say you want it." I whisper against his lips, and then kiss him, boldly and with all of my racing, skipping heart.

"If it's ours, I want it. Of course, I want it. I just want you, Max." He murmurs to me, and I fall into a fit of giggles, laughing as he brushes away my tears. Happy and excited to go home. Home with Sam.