Epilogue
“ M atty, I got a text from Lance. He’s starting massage school there in Santa Fe.”
Matt blinked down at Luke, trying his damnedest to remember which one was Lance. “That’s pretty damn cool. I like Santa Fe.”
“He’s the one who helped me after my wreck, man.”
Matt glanced at Boone, trying hard not to look too hard or too long. “Oh, the blind medic.”
“Yeah.” Boone rolled his eyes. “That’s the one, boss.”
Luke chuckled. “He’s doing really well. So is Sloan. His cop boyfriend? I think we’re invited to the wedding.”
“No shit. Well, good on them. You gonna go up?”
“I think it’s over, boss.”
“Shut up, Boone.”
Boone chuckled, ducking his swat. “I better get back to work. Thanks for lunch. Luke.”
Oh, the little fucker. Matty was the one who had made grilled cheese.
“You know it. Grilled cheese is my spush-i-al-i-ty. ”
“Oh, very nice.” Boone limped out of the kitchen, waved, leaving him alone with Luke.
“Seriously, bro, you gonna go?” Matt asked.
“Nope. Once we set them free, they’re free. I got too much to do, and a hot son of a bitch at home. How about you?”
“Nah. I mean, they’re nice guys, and I love Santa Fe, but I’d rather go up for the rodeo and say hi when we’re up there. But I wouldn’t want you to get all weird.”
“Me? You’re the one who can’t even remember names and faces,” Luke teased. “Except Boone’s.”
“Fuck you. And also? I made the sandwiches.”
“Yeah, they were good, too. But I’m happy to take the credit.”
“Dickhead.” Matt winked. “So, tell me about the new guy…”