Turning in her resignation letter wasn't something that she thought she'd be doing so soon, but Elizabeth has had enough of the side glances and overwhelming stress that comes with working for Lucky's family. Bobbie has been in a mood about Lucky being taken away for treatment, as if Elizabeth had any hand in that, and she has been vibrantly displaying her dismay, giving Elizabeth no choice but to quit.

Standing in the middle of her art gallery, Elizabeth doesn't feel any regret, having all the faith in the world that this was how things were meant to go down. The diner was part of her past and, in retrospect, it's probably where that job should have stayed. Once she broke up with Lucky, she should have turned her back on the place and moved forward, but she just couldn't help wanting to hang onto something from her past. Anything really. Seeing now that it was the wrong decision, Elizabeth's more than happy to be done with it.

"Hey, Liz," her sister's voice pulls her out of her thoughts. "The place looks amazing."

"Thanks," Elizabeth says turning to look at her sister. "It's taken a lot of hard work to get it that way."

"If the pictures are any indication, the place looked like a pig's wet dream," Sarah comments, looking at Elizabeth confused when she starts laughing a little too much, swearing it wasn't that funny. "What? Why are you laughing?"

"Remind me to introduce you to Johnny," Elizabeth says with a shake of her head. "I finally got all the paintings brought over. Care to help me pick a home for them?"

"Are you kidding?" Sarah looks at her in amazement. "I'd love that."

"Great," Elizabeth smiles brightly, thankful for the growing relationship between them. "This way."

With Jason being out of town these last few weeks, getting things in order for the changes he intends to make, Elizabeth has had a lot of time to spend with her sister. They've mostly been planning the grand opening of the gallery, down to the last detail, and she has to admit it's been great. They've even gone to Dr. Collins together a few times, working through some stuff that they've had buried for quite a while, and it's only made them stronger for it. The only thing left for them to do is situate the paintings, take a few pictures for the brochures, and have them printed out. Invitations to the grand opening have already been printed out and are awaiting delivery.

"The painting at the entrance," Sarah comments as they hang the last painting. "Is it the same one that you used for the invitations?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth admits. "It's the one painting that matters the most to me."

"I can see that," Sarah replies as she takes in the look on her face. "It's a strip of road in town, isn't it?"

"In a sense," Elizabeth confirms. "But it's more of a feeling. Something only Jason and I know about."

"Ah," Sarah says softly, seeing just how deeply her sister feels for the painting and the man that clearly inspired it. "I'm really happy for you, Liz."

"Thanks," Elizabeth replies wholeheartedly, linking arms with her sister. "Come on. I'm starving. Let's go have lunch."

Setting the alarm, the two sisters make their way to the Grille to have lunch, more than happy to have all the paintings up and ready for the grand opening. Elizabeth has so many plans for the gallery once she has it up and running, having already put out offers to other artists and galleries to see if any of them would like to showcase some of their artwork in her gallery. It took a lot of networking, but she was able to get them to extend the offers to any up and coming artists that could use the publicity. So far she's got a handful of people that have accepted her offer, but she hopes more will continue to come in once they see what she has to offer.

"If it's okay with you, I was thinking that I'd print out some flyers to put around town," Sarah explains as they pay the bill for their lunch. "I've spoken to some businesses around town and they are willing to set a stack of flyers at their registers to help promote the gallery."

"Are you kidding?" Elizabeth at her in awe. "That's amazing. I'd love that. Thank you."

"Perfect," Sarah says with a smile. "I'll use the same layout as the invitations and have the flyers distributed by the end of the week."

"Really, Sarah, thank you," Elizabeth says gratefully. "Your support has meant more than you can possibly understand."

"Yeah, well, that's what family's for, right?" Sarah counters with a shrug. "Anyway, I'm going to get started on the flyers. Thanks for lunch."

"Anytime."

Heading back to the gallery, Elizabeth stands at the entrance, taking it all in, an overwhelming feeling washing over her as she realizes that it's finally done. All the work that they put into it, all the time spent getting this place to where she needed it to be, it's all finally done. Seeing her paintings hanging on the wall, looking very much like an art gallery, Elizabeth couldn't help the tears that well up in her eyes. The only thing that would make this moment more perfect was if...and in that moment she heard it. The sound of his motorcycle pulling up out front. With a smile on her face, she runs out the front door and right into his arms, thankful to finally have him home.

"Hey," he says gently, pulling away to meet her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth replies softly. "I'm just glad you're home."

"I'm sorry I had to leave before you could show me the gallery," Jason says carefully, having really wanted to see it, but knowing that there was no choice in the matter. Not when he was working on a short time frame.

"That's okay," she assures, sliding her hands into his. "It's better this way."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she says with a shake of her head. "It's finally finished. Come on. I can't wait to show you."

Together they walk to the front door, Elizabeth instructing him to close his eyes as they walk inside, stationing him in the perfect position to take in the painting over the entrance before allowing him to open his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes and took in the painting, her heart filled with an immeasurable amount of love at the look on his face, seeing just how much he loved it. Without a word, he takes her into his arms and kisses her soundly, portraying all that his words could not.

"It's no museum...but I think it's close enough," Elizabeth whispers, remembering his comment when she had shown him the Wind for the first time.

"It's better than any museum," he counters honestly. "The original painting?"

"Still in the studio," she assures him. "Still yours."

"Good," he replies before placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. "Can I see the rest?"

"Of course," she says before taking his hand in hers to show him the rest of the gallery. "Where shall we start?"

Walking him through the gallery, Elizabeth takes time to explain each painting to him, helping him put the pieces together to see the paintings for what they are. There were a few paintings that Jason couldn't help but stop and admire for a little longer than the others. Paintings centered on her love for Jason, moments in their history that has meant more than Elizabeth could ever put into words, going a step further to put it into her art. Like the Wind, Jason could not only see the image she tried to portray but he could feel it, as well. One way or another, he will own those paintings by the end of the gallery, that much is certain.

"When's the grand opening," Jason asks her once they're back home in the studio having dinner.

"About a month from now," Elizabeth explains, pulling out one of the invitations to show it to him. "Invitations are going out tomorrow. Sarah's working on flyers to put up around town and in local businesses."

"I'm glad you two were able to work things out," Jason comments at the mention of her sister. "I know you two haven't always been on good terms."

"Yeah," Elizabeth agrees. "After all I've lost in order to find myself again, I'm just thankful to have found so much more to fill its place."

"You mind if I take a few of these?" Jason questions, holding up the invitation. "There's a few people I'd like to personally invite."

"Of course," Elizabeth says as she pulls out a handful of invitations. "This is our art gallery. I want you to invite anyone you want to. If you need more, let me know, I have more than enough printed out."

"These are enough, but thank you," Jason says kissing her softly. "I love you."

"I love you," she replies with her whole heart, her breath caught in her throat as his lips take claim to hers, giving in completely to the moment they've found themselves in.

Slowly making their way to the bed, Jason and Elizabeth give into their deepest desires yet again, allowing themselves to drown in the love that they feel in abundance for each other. More than anything, to be able to be with each other, nothing and no one able to stop them, means more to both of them than either could really describe. No matter what happens, no matter what life may bring their way, this is forever to them. No backing down. No walking away. No regrets.