Epilogue.
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I glance at my friends , Tierney and Haley. Tierney looks as happy as I feel, but the shadow under Haley’s eyes is darker.
We once made a pact to have a massive joint wedding celebration when all three of us find the loves of our lives. There’s only Haley now.
She has to marry someone her gran had already chosen for her eons ago. I can only hope Haley somehow gets her happily ever after as well. In fact, she will. I’m sure of it.
As for being happy. I think it’s impossible for me to be any happier. And if I needed any more confirmation, Sweetpea, Tierney’s little canine ball absolutely confirmed that yes indeed, Holt, Steele, and Ryder are the true loves of my life. I chose well, after all.
I take great pride in dismantling my husbands’ wealth. It’s become my part-time job since being a matchmaker at Leashed to Love is now somehow even more important. People need love. We make that happen.
Also, my husbands totally framed my painting of them—yes, they did. It hangs in a secret vault in our bedroom. One day, when I’m dead, that painting is going to be priceless; I tell them all the time.
The END
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