Epilogue
CONNOR
Six months later
I’m fixing a fence on the north side of the property when my wife finds me. I’m shirtless, the June sun beating down on my back. Scarlett comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my torso.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she says.
I drop the hammer, turning to face her. She’s wearing shorts, a tank top, and my hat. She was wearing something similar last night when I peeled the clothes off and fucked her in her studio.
“You were recording, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” I say.
“Especially since you did a bang up job of disturbing me last night.”
I grin. “Did you catch up?”
Her eyes sparkle up at me. “I did. Although your brother came in looking for the lodge plans.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes at the mention of my brother.
Scarlett and I got married two months ago in New York.
The wedding was exactly as Scarlett wanted, with just our families.
The only people not related to us were Harvey, Roman, and Lavinia.
The most unexpected guest was my brother Wyatt.
I’d spoken to Finn about the wedding as well, but he hadn’t seemed enthused.
There wasn’t any fuss or planning involved with our wedding. We got married in city hall and Scarlett didn’t have to walk down an aisle. She didn’t even have to wear white. Instead, she wore a pale blue backless dress, and she was the most beautiful bride, and I was the luckiest man alive.
“He’ll leave once he gets bored,” I tell Scarlett.
Wyatt is currently interested in the renovations for the lodge and came back with us. “At least he’s not living here,” I add.
“It would be pretty awkward coming home to your brother and sister-in-law having sex in the living room.”
I laugh, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as I lead us back to our house. Scarlett wraps her arm around my middle, squeezing my side.
“Are you all packed?” I ask.
We’re leaving for our honeymoon in two days. With the renovations on the lodge starting, we couldn’t take a honeymoon earlier, but I’m determined to give us one. Just Scarlett and me, the endless ocean of the Cote d’Azur and endless hours of making love to my wife.
“I still don’t understand why we need clothes on a honeymoon, but yes, I packed.”
We enter the house, and I press her against the closed door, sealing my mouth over hers. Waking up to her everyday still feels like a dream. This is the life I wanted for me, which was any life with her. It doesn’t fit into the life my grandfather expected, but I feel no guilt over that anymore.
“I love you, baby girl,” I whisper the words against her mouth, making her breathe them in.
Scarlett grins, lighting up my whole world. “I love you, too, Connie.”