Bonus Epilogue
FROM ACROSS THE Barlows’ backyard, Cormac watched his bride. She was radiant in her gown, her dark hair gathered in a knot at the base of her neck, her lips etched in a smile. He couldn’t quite believe that she’d agreed to marry him.
Him, a man who’d kept himself apart, who’d pushed everyone away to avoid having to protect them. He’d been a special kind of fool, hadn’t he? It was Lucy who was the protector. She was the one who put her hands around his heart and kept it safe. She was the one who dragged him into the light and wrapped him in the armor of her love.