Epilogue
BETSY
THREE WEEKS LATER (AKA, ALL CLEAR TO RIDE)
“Just promise me you’ll take it fucking slow,” Archer pleads.
I give him a wicked grin. “Are you ready?” I ask Mor and Eden.
“Ready!” they call out, laughing.
I pull down on the throttle, and the engine roars as the tyres spin.
I speed off. “Woohoo!” I yell, hearing Mor and Eden laughing, coming up right behind me as we pull out of the Sanctuary and onto the main road.
We laugh as we ride, speeding and swerving through traffic.
The feel of the wind and the open road fills a part of my heart that had been empty while I recovered.
I felt alive again, free. Like I never have before.
I was no longer chained to the past, and I was no longer held captive by them.
I was free, loving my life, and loving every second of it.
We pull into the local park and remove our helmets, sighing. I grin at them both. “God, that felt good,” I breathe, grinning from ear to ear.
Eden and Mor both smile at me. “It did. It’s good to have you back,” Mor sighs.
I look over at Eden, who is frowning, looking down at her phone. “All okay?”
She lifts her head and sighs. “What do you do if you are falling for two men?”
“Ah,” I answer.
She nods with a grimace. “Yeah. Josh is great, so attentive and adorable, but I’ve started spending more time with Rowen, and he’s different from Josh but just as adorable,” she groans.
“I mean, I’m not sure I’d want adorable,” Mor says, scrunching up her nose.
“They both fuck like animals and rock my world every time. There, does that help?” Eden asks Mor sarcastically.
“Sure.” Mor smirks.
“Why don’t you just break from them for a moment, maybe go out and meet someone outside of the club? Maybe that would be good for you?” I suggest.
“Yes. Let’s go on a night out and find you boyfriend number three!” Mor says excitedly.
“No. Not happening.” Eden shakes her head firmly. “I just need to go cold turkey. It’s not fair to string them along,” she sighs.
“You mean, it’s not fair to string you along,” I point out.
She groans. “God damn it.”
Mor’s phone rings, and she answers. “Hey, handsome,” she sings, smiling. I sigh, happy to finally be feeling good, but her face falls, paling.
“Mor, what is it?” I ask worriedly.
“Okay, we will come straight back.” She hangs up.
“Mor, what is it? You’re scaring the crap out of me now,” Eden snaps.
“It’s Bernie.”
The End