Epilogue, Continued
Pam
April
I am fulfilled.
I deserve the love I receive.
I am grateful for the people who love me.
I let out a deep breath and opened my eyes, thankful it was finally warm enough in Briar Glenn to take my yoga practice outside. A spring breeze whipped by, showering me with a flurry of cherry blossoms and sending a chill down my spine.
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself with the “warm enough” stuff.
Alistair burst through the door of his RV, drawing my attention. “Got you some coffee, sweetheart,” he said, carefully walking over with two steaming mugs in his hands.
“Thank you, babe.” I grabbed the mug and took a sip.
Just how I liked it.
Gods, he was the man of my dreams.
He sat on his mat with a groan and took a sip of his coffee as more cherry blossoms rained down on us.
“I can’t believe I get to call this place home.” He grinned and tilted his head back, his curls blowing in the breeze.
“Better than Colorado?” I asked, admiring how handsome he looked.
He set his mug down and looked over at me. “Of course it’s better than Colorado. You’re here.”
I felt my cheeks growing hot.
Months later and I was still swooning over him.
Speaking of swooning.
“Tell me again how you got those Alanis tickets.” I raised my brows and took another sip of my coffee.
He chuckled. “I told you, I know a guy who knows a guy.”
“Alistair Reid, I swear, if you paid an arm and a leg for those tickets—”
“Shhh. A concert is on the list. We have to do it.”
The list of all the things I’d never done that we were slowly working our way through.
We sat there for a second listening to the rustle of the trees swaying in the breeze before Alistair finally spoke.
“Hey,” he asked slyly, “Reece dropped off my uniform the other day. Do you want to see it?”
Not one to retire full time, Alistair had applied for the park ranger position at the Briar Glenn Campground. As the head of the Briar Glenn Parks Department, Reece was more than happy to give him the position—after a warning about the Moth Madame, that is.
The position allowed Al to live on-site in his RV, but when the campground closed for the winter, I was hopeful he’d move in with me and Remi.
“Yeah, why don’t you go put it on?”
He bit his lip. “I, uh, I didn’t mean like that. I was thinking maybe we could do a little role-playing. Act out that scene we read the other day. Maybe play with our new toy.” He leaned over, his whiskers tickling my ear. “Would you like that? I know how much you love being my good girl.”
I set my mug down and raced him to the RV, the two of us practically climbing over each other to get through the door.
Yes, book boyfriends exist.
And I found mine in Alistair Reid.