Epilogue
JUNE
Three Months Later
G od, why does he have to be so… Apollo ? So tall and dark and muscled. So fucking hot that it makes me grouchy.
He’s standing over there with Wolfe and Zeke, having a beer and joking around. We’re all at Lighthouse Pizza, celebrating the reopening of Wolfe’s workshop, now that the building has been rebuilt, and they can start taking customers again.
I’m happy for them. It’s been a rough time with the investigation and then rebuilding.
And now we know who burned it to the ground.
I glance over and see Sarah laughing with Tanner as he tries to show her how to play pool.
My God, we almost lost her.
A shiver runs through me at the thought, and I turn to grab my own beer, taking a pull.
“What are you doing over here all by yourself?”
I turn and find that Apollo’s walked over to join me.
The man drives me up the goddamn wall, in the best and worst ways.
“Just taking it all in.”
“You did a good job on the garage, June.”
“I just pulled the crew together.” I shrug a shoulder. “You know I’ve been busy with the inn. I didn’t have much extra time to be at the garage.”
“Well, the crew worked their magic. It’s way better than it was before it burned.”
“It should be. That was a fifty-year-old building. This one is brand new and state of the art. Why are you over here, bugging me?”
He grins, and it makes my girl parts turn to goo.
Damn him.
“Maybe I just like the look of you.”
“Right.” I snort and take another sip of beer. “I’m not really your type, Apollo.”
“Oh, I think you know you’re wrong about that.” He moves in closer, and that’s all it takes for my heart to beat in overtime. “I’m not the only one that feels the chemistry here. It’s why we’re always swiping at each other.”
“So what of it?” I sip my beer and will the butterflies in my stomach to calm the hell down. “Maybe I like swiping at you.”
“I think that just once, we should give into this magnetic pull that seems to be here, and get it out of our systems. Then you can go back to hating me.”
I narrow my eyes on him and stare at his lips.
He grins again.
Damn him.
“This changes absolutely nothing. ”
He nods, takes my beer out of my hand, and sets it aside. “Agreed.”
“We tell no one.”
“Also agreed.”
“And it happens exactly once. ”
“Now, that, I can’t guarantee.” He rocks back on his heels. “Let’s call it one night. ”
I feel my eyebrows climb in surprise. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“Yeah, it’s like that. You in or not?”
Against my better judgment, I grab my purse. “I’m in. Damn it.”