Epilogue
KAT
“What do you think of this one?” I ask for the fiftieth time as I sort through pictures of our wedding. All I wanted was to pick a few to enlarge and frame, but three hours later I’m no closer to making a decision.
And God help my husband but if he utters whatever you want one more time, this marriage might not last.
“I like this one,” he says softly, pointing at the screen. It’s a candid shot taken when he’d said something to make me laugh. My head is thrown back but his focus is completely on me.
We look so happy.
“It’s perfect.” I sigh dreamily because that entire trip had been perfect. We’d been surrounded by our closest family and friends—even my parents were enjoying themselves by the end.
They each voiced concerns over my whirlwind romance with Tom and cautioned me against rushing to the altar. But it had been my idea.
And it only made me want to marry him more.
Because no one could ever truly understand the way Tom and I had imprinted on each other. Danger had brought us together, but what happened between us was everlasting.
Colt eventually dropped the little brother act and helped us move into his gated community, his smile wide and genuine as he hugged me after we’d eaten our weight in pizza.
“You’re perfect,” Tom croons and I chuff out a laugh even as my cheeks heat. “What do you have going this week?”
“Friday is release day.” I do a little dance in my seat, the final book in the Sloane Daniels trilogy all set and ready for its big debut.
“I already have that written down.”
He winks and, gah, the man is one big swoon fest that I’ve documented—heavily— because you can’t waste good material when it’s right in front of your face.
“I’m meeting Dahlia for coffee on Wednesday.”
He pauses and I can see the contemplation on his handsome face. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, but thank you. She and I have been talking and I think it’s going to be good…for both of us.”
Leaning over, he presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “I think it will be too.”
His reassurance helps settles the rest of the nerves I’ve been carrying around since Dahlia and I reconnected. Seeing her again might just be closure, but a part of me hopes we might be able to create something new.
Because right now I’m swimming in new and I like it.
I like it a lot.
New friends, new house, and a shiny new husband who would lasso the moon if I asked for it. I’m settled and happy, and while I’m still deciding about going public as Sloane Daniels, I know that I’m not in any of it alone.
And that feels like the biggest win of my career.
Of my life.
I open my mouth to ask Tom about his schedule when his phone rings next to me, Emerson’s name popping up on the screen.
“It’s Emerson.”
“Answer it.”
“Hey Em,” I greet her. “Tom’s here. You’re on speaker.”
“Hey guys!” she says a little too enthusiastically for her, and I glance at Tom whose eyebrows are close to his hairline. “So, funny story…”
“Is everything all right?” I ask, my heart beating a little faster as we wait for her response.
“So you know how they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Well, that’s not entirely true and well…” Her voice trails off before she clears her throat and adds, “Tom, I need your help.”
THE END
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