Epilogue
Bones
“Where are you going?” I ask Xanthe, who looks cute as hell in a long yellow dress.
“We’re going to the cemetery to see Ghost’s sister, Charlotte,” she explains, sitting down next to me. “How’s your arm?”
“It’s okay.” I shrug. I mean, I’m alive, so I can’t really complain. Honestly, I’ve been struggling a little recently, and Xanthe is the only one who has noticed.
I think Skull knows, but he doesn’t know what to do about it. It’s not his fault, and I don’t blame him. I love seeing him happy, and Isla is perfect for him. She’s a great mother to Natalia, and I’ve become very close to her.
But I still do feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I fit in with them, and at the same time, I don’t. We do not have a very conventional situation, and if I’m being honest, I love Isla, but I miss my brother.
“Have you thought about going to see Meredith?” she asks me quietly. “You know it can be nice talking to someone neutral. And it’s all confidential. It’s not like here, when the next day everyone already knows everything.”
My lip twitches. I’m not going to admit it to her, but I have thought about it.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I need someone to give me an unbiased opinion on my situation and suggest some options for me to consider.
Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, I say, “Thank you for seeing me, Xanthe.”
Her lower lip trembles. “Of course. I’m always here for you.”
Ghost appears at the door, and she goes off with him. I didn’t even know he had a sister who had passed away. Xanthe has turned him into a new man.
He throws me a dirty look before he leaves. Okay, maybe he hasn’t changed all that much.
The next day, I ask Blade to get all the information he can on her.
If I’m going to be sharing my inner thoughts with someone, I want to know everything about her first. How else will I know if I can trust her?
He finds me sitting alone at the bar a few hours later and hands me a file. “She’s hot.” He grins, nodding toward the picture of her he’s put on top of the file. “What do you want with her?”
“Nothing,” I reply, clapping my hand on his shoulder. “We never had this conversation.”
Blade shakes his head and disappears before I can say anything else—I like that about him.
Only then do I pull out the paperwork and get a look at her.
She’s younger than I had imagined. Thirty years old.
Chin-length dark hair, big hazel eyes, and pouty lips.
She’s stunning.
I read the rest of the file and find nothing incriminating.
She’s an only child, studied her ass off, and lives alone. She does a dance class once a week and volunteers at the local animal shelter.
She’s almost too good to be true.
Deciding to sleep on it, the second my eyes open the next morning, I know what I’m going to do.
Maybe the doc and I do need to have a little heart-to-heart after all.
Waiting until she finishes work and gets into her car, I follow behind her.
You know what, I am going to speak to her. I’ve got a lot going on in my head, and she might be the one to get my mind off things.
I’ve never been good at following the doctor’s orders…
Let’s see how well the good doctor follows mine.
If you enjoyed Xanthe and Ghost’s story,
read a bonus scene.