I look at them, then at Leo, whispering, “True love born from true arguers. That’s definitely the two of them.”

I survey the scene, cataloging the others from the hunt—minus RaeLynn, since I presume she’s descended to her secret lair to plot more nefarious misdeeds. My heart scampers away from me when I see three adorable redhead babies in a triple-wide stroller and one very happy dad pushing them toward us. George’s skin is a little more golden than it was last time, and his eyes sparkle. He traveled to the Bahamas and donated the ten thousand dollars in prize money to an organization that provides school supplies for low-income children. He’s officially all kinds of awesome.

I wave to him and rush over, bending to dote on the babies. “They’re so cute. I’m overloading on the adorable. How do you even stand it every day?”

“It is their cuteness indeed that gets me through. Also, a vacation helped.” He holds out his arms. “How do I look? Like the most relaxed man in the universe? Tanned, rested, and . . . well, ready for another vacation.”

“You look like the guy who deserved a vacation and made one hell of a good use of it.”

“Determination was the name of the game. That was all. I saw the prize, and I said, ‘I absolutely must have it, no matter what.’”

“I’m glad you won. Every now and then, someone who deserves a prize wins a prize.”

A few minutes later, Kingsley clears her throat to say it’s time to present the trophy to the victor, but one of George’s little girls cries before Kingsley can hand over the statue. Another baby joins the chorus. I scoop up crying baby number one, and before I know it, Leo is by my side helping with the other.

The sight of him holding a little one in his arms is almost too much for me to bear. My ovaries huddle and plan a strategy to tackle Leo and demand attention RIGHT NOW. “Forget everything I said earlier. This is the sexiest you’ve ever been.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, and I want one of these for my own.”

“You’re suggesting we take one of George’s babies?”

The father of three jumps into the conversation as he tends to the third baby. “Anytime you two want to babysit, you know where to find me. In fact, how about five o’clock today? I’ll pay you double.”

I lean in to stage-whisper. “Confession: you don’t have to pay me a dime.”

“You mean you’ll pay me? Even better.”

“Name the date and time, and I’m there.”

“I knew I liked you. If you ever need a chocolate fountain, I’m your man.”

Leo smiles as he interjects, “So you want one of those?”

“A chocolate fountain? Yes. I do. I told you I like them.”

“A baby, Lulu.”

“Um, yeah. How could you tell?” The funny thing is, I’m not worried that my baby fever is going to scare him off. Leo’s not easily spooked. He’s also ridiculously good with babies.

He nuzzles the redhead in his arms and whispers something in a sweet baby language, then he looks over at me. “Then I better get you something first.”

A few days later, Leo tells me a book he requested on antique furniture styles has arrived, and asks if I want to join him to fetch it.

I do, so we head to the New York Public Library and wander through the stacks, sniffing old books and playing a game to see who can find the most absurd history book. He wins when he locates a tome on poison in the court of James I.

We leave on a mission for lunch, scamper down the steps, and wander along Library Way, reading the quotes from the plaques. He gestures to the Willa Cather one, a few feet away.

“Hey, Lulu. What’s made of stone, contains a quote from an American author, and says something profound about stories?”

Seriously? “Are you soft-balling me?”

His brown eyes twinkle with mischief. “Maybe I am.”

I swivel around and point to the ground. “It’s that plaque. That’s the answer to your supremely easy riddle.”

He shakes his head, satisfaction spreading across his face. “No. The answer is where I’m going to ask you to make me the happiest man in the world.”

I gasp as he drops down to one knee on the Willa Cather plaque, reaches for a royal-blue velvet box from his pocket, and flips it open. “Lulu Diamond, will you marry me?”

My heart executes backflips. “Yes! A million times, yes.”

I hold out my hand, and he slides a ring on my finger as tears rain from my eyes. He stands, takes me in his arms, and kisses me in front of Manhattan, in front of the whole world, with a breathlessness and hope that makes me feel like we could be on a postcard.

A few months later, I take George up on his chocolate fountain offer, much to the consternation of my husband-to-be.

Leo protests till he’s blue in the face.

It’s messy. It’s gross. It’s a vat of germs.

My response? It’s fun.

We compromise and order one for our rehearsal dinner, instead of the wedding.

Confession: it is messy. But it’s a blast as I pop strawberries onto skewers and dip them. Cameron willingly plays the role of fountain police, and he and Mariana make excellent sergeants, ensuring no one dips in a finger or a face.

That’s not the only chocolate at the festivities. We also give away our new chocolate collection to all our guests. I’m thrilled with how the Rising Star collection turned out. We call it Kissed by Chocolate, and the chocolates are packaged in art deco wrappers of stylized kiss paintings, with constellations of stars printed on the inside. They also outsold Frodo’s chips last quarter, and Kissed by Chocolate tops all the Heavenly lines too.

Seems, in our own way, that we won the team-building competition after all.

Our wedding the next day is a simple affair. Leo’s parents are here, along with his brothers, my mother and her boyfriend, Cameron and his mystery woman, Mariana, Dean and Fitzgerald, George, his wife and the babies, Kingsley and her husband, and Ginny and Noah, who are inseparable and next in line for vows, thanks to the ring Noah gave her last month.

Tripp’s mom is here too, and that means a lot to me.

My mother doesn’t give me away this time. I’m my own person, with my own dreams, my own goals, and I don’t belong to anyone else. That’s why this marriage will be different than my first.

Because Leo and I are sturdier than a three-legged stool. We’re a pair, the kind whose bonds don’t break. Sometimes life gives you a second chance at love, and if you’re lucky enough to spot it and wise enough to seize it, you better be strong enough to keep it.

I am.

We are.

And we will be.