Epilogue #2
I nod. As the drive continues, Caleb and Beckett catch up on som e of the gossip from home, and I get to know Katy better. She grew up in London. Her mother is a doctor for the NHS, and her father is a banker. She has four sisters. She’s adorable, and I can see why Caleb loves her so much.
When we arrive at our destination, the cabbie helps us unload the luggage, and then I stand staring up at the charming brick building. It’s tall and narrow, with ivy crawling up one side and white-trimmed windows that practically glow in the morning light.
Caleb unlocks the door and leads us up a narrow staircase, and the moment we step inside his flat, I stop cold. “Oh my God,” I breathe. “This is stunning.”
The space is a perfect mix of modern and cozy—high ceilings, exposed beams, soft lighting, plants in every corner, and framed prints on the walls that look like they were curated by a designer.
I turn to Katy, my eyebrows raised. “Please tell me you had a hand in this.”
She grins. “That’s actually how we met. I was hired to redecorate his place. And well, one thing led to another.”
I laugh. “So this was a very successful project.”
“Exactly,” she says, linking her arm through mine. “Come on, let me show you around.”
Caleb and Beckett disappear down the hall, and I let Katy guide me through the space, every room more charming than the last. There’s a rooftop patio with twinkle lights, a kitchen that looks like it belongs in a magazine, and a bedroom that somehow manages to be both masculine and full of soft touches.
“It’s absolutely perfect,” I say, stepping into the guest room where our bags have already been dropped off. “You’ve nailed his taste so well. And this is much better than his mattress on the floor.”
She laughs. “That was so uni.”
“How long have you been together?”
She smirks. “About a year,” she says. “I only moved in a few months ago. I’d say it’s serious.” Her voice softens. “Would you be open to having a sister?”
I look at her, this funny, kind, beautiful woman who makes my brother happy in a way I haven’t seen in a long time.
“I’d love it,” I say with a smile.
Katy hugs me like we’ve known each other for years. When she pulls back, her eyes are sparkling. “Okay, now your turn. How serious are you and Beckett?”
I grin. “He’d get married tomorrow if I’d let him.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”
“Yeah. We’ve known each other a long time, and somehow, it all just fits. It was a little rough at the beginning, but now, there’s no drama, no games. Just a lot of love and a deep, steady kind of certainty. It feels easy. And right.”
She lets out a happy sigh. “That’s exactly how it is with me and Caleb. He’s already talking about moving to Paradise once he’s done here.”
I snort. “Oh, you’re in for a shock. Do not agree to go without a good bribe.”
Katy laughs. “Noted. But I’ll have fun having you as a sister to gang up on him when needed.”
“That’s a great idea,” I say.
Perhaps the future isn’t just something I’m chasing for Rosie. It’s something I’m excited to step into for me.
London is dazzling. Every corner is steeped in history, and it all feels surreal.
Caleb and Katy spend the entire first day with us playing tour guide—Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, the British Museum.
We walk until my legs ache and I’m running purely on adrenaline and espresso.
But the highlight? Katy’s friend, who works at Buckingham Palace, gives us a private tour since the King i sn’t in residence.
We step into one of the grand salons and I whisper, “Someone actually calls this home?”
Katy laughs. “Can you imagine waking up here every morning? I’d get lost before breakfast.”
“I wouldn’t even make it to the bathroom without a map,” I say, spinning in a slow circle, my eyes wide.
In early evening, Caleb and Katy guide us to the South Bank docks, and before I know it, they’re hugging us goodbye and waving as they step back into the London twilight. “We booked you something special,” Katy calls over her shoulder as they go.
I turn to Beckett, and he grins. “A dinner cruise.”
The boat is sleek and elegant, lights strung overhead, a soft breeze in my hair as we pull away from the dock. London unfurls around us. We pass under bridges, spot the towering London Eye, and glide past the Tower of London, its stone walls glowing gold in the light.
“It’s incredible,” I say, leaning against the railing. “What do you think?”
Beckett’s standing close beside me, and his hand slips easily into mine. “I’m having a great time,” he says. “But I’d have a great time anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”
My heart blooms.
He turns toward me, his expression serious, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You’ve changed my life, Sadie. Completely. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I blink at him as the boat rocks gently beneath our feet. Then he reaches into his jacket pocket, and my breath catches.
“I talked to Caleb,” he says, stepping back just slightly. “I asked if he’d be okay with me asking you to marry me.”
My hand flies to my mouth.
“He said it wasn’t up to him,” Beckett continues, “but he gave me his blessing. That’s all I needed to hear. Because there’s no one else I want by my side. I want to explore every last page of that bucket list with you—and create a new one together. Our own. ”
Then he’s kneeling, right here on the open-air deck with the lights of London shimmering on the water around us.
He opens a small, light blue box, revealing the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.
“Sadie Calloway,” he says, voice thick with emotion, “will you marry me?”
I can’t stop the tears. They’re falling before I can speak, my heart so full it’s hard to breathe.
“Yes,” I choke out, then louder—clear, so there’s no mistaking it. “Yes. Always and forever.”
He slides the ring onto my finger, and it fits like it was always meant to be there. When he rises, I throw my arms around him, holding tight as the boat sails on and the city sparkles behind us.
This moment is everything.
Rosie, you’d be so happy.
Six months ago, I landed on Beckett’s doorstep, soaking wet, with my hastily packed suitcase. I didn’t have a job or a plan. I had no idea who I was without the weight of what I’d survived.
And now here I am—engaged, loved, using my gifts and building a life that feels like mine. With great friends like Ginny and Trinity. Like Rosie always knew I could.
The lights of the city shimmer like stars in the river, and Beckett’s arms tighten around me. Love brought me back to life, and now, I get to live it, one unforgettable moment at a time.
Authors note: Thank you for reading Dr. Beckett. I cried for weeks as I wrote about Rosie and her bucket list. If you want to see one of the trips, check out this bonus content here .
Thank you so much for reading Dr. Beckett !
I hope you fell for Beckett and Sadie the way I did, through every sharp word, soft moment, and second chance they d idn’t see coming.
Their story means the world to me, and I’m so grateful you came along for the ride.
Up next is Dr. Ryker , and let’s just say things are about to get even more complicated (and a whole lot hotter) when Ryker Paradise falls hard for the one woman he’s not supposed to want…
Dr. Ryker Sneak Peek
Unedited—so it’s bound to be changed a little bit.
Ginny
I ’m three rounds in my darts game and my aim is getting better, which is either proof I’m finally relaxing or that I’ve crossed the invisible line between buzzed and dumb.
The dart lands just shy of the bullseye. I smirk, turning toward my friend Kara Bishop—except Kara is no longer on the barstool beside me. She’s across the room, giggling in the arms of Jonas Goodwin, one of Paradise’s finest.
Figures. One flash of a badge and a square jaw and she’s reenacting a scene from a country music video.
I sigh and wave off the bartender when he glances my way. “Water,” I call. “Heavy on the ice, light on the judgment.”
I don’t do drama. And I definitely don’t do Paradise men. That’s a rule I’ve stuck to since I moved back, and I have the self-respect to keep it. Mostly.
I just need to sober up before I order a rideshare. It’s late, but not too late, and Mikey’s is tame tonight. A few locals at the bar. The usual town gossip brewing over pitchers of cheap beer.
Then he walks in.
Ryker Paradise.
The door doesn’t creak, but it might as well. He’s got that kind of presence—like the room takes a collective breath, unsure whethe r to be annoyed or impressed.
He’s tall, confident—and unfairly hot. His dark hair is a little tousled, his jawline looks like it’s never heard of insecurity, and his smile is the kind that gets women pregnant.
I turn back to the dartboard and pretend I didn’t notice.
He’s not for me. Too smooth. Too pretty. Too… Paradise.
Besides, I’ve already made one impulsive choice tonight. I don’t need a second.
“You’re either aiming for the bullseye or trying to kill someone. Should I duck?”
His voice is behind me—low, teasing. I curse inwardly as I feel the corner of my mouth twitch.
I let the next dart fly. It hits a solid red ring. “Depends. You planning on making yourself a target?”
He steps closer. I can smell him now—clean soap, something warm like cedar. He’s wearing a Henley that hugs his arms in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, depending on the level of alcohol in my system.
“Only if you promise to go easy on me.”
I glance at him. Big mistake. His eyes are a stormy blue and completely amused.
“Ryker Paradise,” I say, like his name is a warning.
“Ginny Dempsey,” he replies, just as smug. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
Of course I was. Everyone knows what happens when a Dempsey gets tangled up with a Paradise. Drama. Scandal. Reputations ruined. And I’m fresh out of patience for small-town headlines with my name in them.
I arch a brow. “Starting to think? You’re slower than I thought.”
He laughs—deep, warm, and way too charming.