Epilogue
Mari adjusted her truck’s visor to shade her eyes as she bumped down her icy driveway.
With snow, longer sunny days, and the promise of spring, March in Alaska was the best time of year.
Although, since she and Nima had reconciled—and he’d moved in with her—every day was the best day, regardless of the weather or date on the calendar.
She parked next to Nima’s truck, and he waved to her from the deck, a bag of birdseed in his hand.
Mari waved back, then as soon as he turned the other way, she snatched the garment bag holding her wedding dress off her passenger seat.
“Don’t peek,” she called out, giddy with pre-wedding excitement, before dashing into the house.
She carefully hung the dress inside a canvas garment bag, one that folded into a duffel, perfect for their remote Alaska travel plans to Polaris Ice Field.
The opaque plastic bag wouldn’t have revealed her mother’s altered dress or the aqua-blue shawl—the same color as her groom’s eyes—Dorje had knit for her.
But Mari didn’t want Nima to see even a hint of the dress before renewing their vows.
She’d embraced the role of a traditional bride.
The kind who’d been married for ten years already, lived with her yeti husband-groom, and regularly enjoyed such pleasures as riding his giant blue cock.
Like Christmas Eve pizza, she made her own traditions and wanted to fully surprise Nima with her dress and shawl when they renewed their vows at Tseten’s destination birthday party.
Mari backtracked, heading outside into the sunshine to greet Nima. She eyed the large stack of firewood by her shed, the remnants of the tree that had fallen on her, and stepped onto the deck as Nima moved to the next feeder.
She had a love-hate relationship with that stack of wood.
The tree had physically hurt her. But if she hadn’t needed Nima’s care, would they be together now?
She looked forward to burning those logs like they’d torched their Christmas tree and divorce paperwork, but she also treasured the small birdhouse Nima had built from the spruce boughs.
She’d always appreciated the winter birds visiting her grandparents' feeders, but she especially loved that Nima now voluntarily cared for the little peepers.
He had blue jays eating walnuts out of his palm, for crying out loud.
It was honestly one of the cutest things Mari had ever seen, but she might be biased. Just a little.
He gestured to the sunflower seeds before he topped off a feeder at the corner of the house.
“I took a break from packing our food to care for the chickadees and nuthatches before we leave. The feeders have to come down in a couple of weeks anyway, since the bears will wake soon and be looking for their own meals. Might as well let the little guys feast while they can.”
Aww . . . Her hulking, furry yeti caring for the tiny songbirds warmed her heart. Pushing up on her tiptoes, she placed a peck on his cheek as he bent to fill another feeder. “You are so sweet. The birds are lucky to have you.”
Nima lifted an eyebrow. “And you?”
She wrapped her arms around her yeti, squeezing him tight. “I’m the luckiest one of all.” A charge of anticipation shot through Mari, and her stomach fluttered as she thought about their travel. She could not wait to recommit herself to the love of her life.
Nima emptied his bag, then wrapped an arm around Mari before planting a kiss on her lips. “Did you get your errand done? How did the cake turn out?”
Mari bit her lip. Her errand had been meeting her mother and Nima’s for the last fitting of her wedding dress.
“My errand went fine.” Better than fine.
Mari already knew she’d be in tears once she’d donned her dress and stood with her groom in front of friends, family, and many cameras.
Yeti shied away from having their pictures taken, and for good reason, but this time around, Mari wanted actual pictures of her union with Nima, since memories could be peskily unreliable.
“As for the cakes,” Mari continued, “they turned out beautifully. We had no issues closing the bakery early so our mothers could help bake.” While Mari had made progress hiring a yeti-friendly staff, she occasionally closed the bakery to the public when Nima came in for small projects or helped her bake.
“We decided it’d be best to pack the cake and icing separately to assemble onsite at the ice field. ”
Nima nodded as he ushered Mari toward the door. “Much easier than transporting a decorated cake,” he said as they stepped inside, and he moved to the sink to wash his hands. “Did you complete the rhyme? Something used, something blue?”
Mari pulled the kitchen towel from Nima’s hands and tossed it on the counter as she chuckled and threw her arms around him. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue,” she recited.
He shrugged and picked her up, his hand sliding up her thigh as he urged her legs to wrap around him. “A used item isn’t new, so . . .”
She ignored the buzz of her phone in her back pocket as she wove her fingers through the fur on the back of his neck and nipped at his lower lip.
“Touché,” she said, laughing. Her phone buzzed again.
“Yes, I’ve completed the rhyme, so more good luck to us.
But I can’t tell you about them until we renew our vows. ”
Her mother’s dress was old, the knit wrap blue, Nima’s mother had handcrafted beautiful, new, caribou-antler earrings with pressed forget-me-nots to go with the dress, and Pema, Tseten’s cousin, had loaned Mari a pair of white, knee-high snow boots for the ceremony.
But despite all this, Mari had Nima now, so she was already the luckiest person alive.
“So many bridal secrets,” Nima said in a husky tone before brushing his lips against hers.
Mari let out a pleased sigh as she threaded her fingers into the fur on the back of his head. Her phone buzzed again. Twice. Ignoring it, she placed a peck on the corner of his mouth, then drew away to say, “You’re right. I even have secret lingerie.”
Nima’s eyes lit with love and lust as he growled, “Show me. Now.”
She probably would have given in if they weren’t leaving soon, didn’t have extra family and friends in town, and if her phone hadn’t buzzed several more times in quick succession.
Mari pressed one more kiss to Nima’s mouth before saying, “Sorry, I’d better get this.
Somebody is desperate. Hopefully, it’s not a buttercream icing emergency. ”
He kissed her back, then lowered her to the floor as she pulled out her phone.
Texts filled Mari’s screen, and she frowned as she scanned each one. “It’s the group chat. Tseten, Dorje, and Gina are messaging. There’s a human woman at Tseten’s door, and she’s not going away.”
Nima tensed, no doubt empathetic toward his friend and fellow yeti, who couldn’t reveal himself to the person on his doormat. Solicitors rarely visited remote houses like Tseten’s, and when they did, they usually stuck a flier in the door crack and left again.
Mari sucked in a breath, then glanced up at Nima. “It’s Rosa.”
Nima blinked. “Rosa? As in Tseten’s long-distance girlfriend in California, Rosa? That could be a problem. Last I heard, she didn’t know about yeti.”
“Uh, well, she’s currently in Alaska, standing outside Tseten’s house.” Mari grimaced. “And you’re right. She doesn’t know about yeti . . . yet.”
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A long-distance lover who turns out to be a yeti.
After two years of phone, ahem, relations with her remote colleague turned boyfriend, Rosa is ready for the real thing.
When she flies to Alaska to surprise Tseten for his birthday, she discovers why he always keeps his camera off.
Blue skin. Black claws. Snowy-white fur.
However, astonishment soon turns to intrigue, desire, and a blissful night on an ice field.
A virtual sweetheart who turns up at his door.
Tseten never thought he’d meet Rosa in person, but when she shows up unannounced, he’s thrilled—until she screams at the sight of him.
Rosa warms to his yeti charm and after watching all his friends find their true love, it’s finally the inexperienced Tseten’s turn.
But Rosa doesn’t live in Alaska, and her time in the north is far too short.
When Rosa and Tseten’s plane crashes on a glacier, leaving Tseten injured, the reality of yeti life becomes all too real when he forces her to leave him behind to protect his secret.
Now she must face a hard truth and decide if she and Tseten are destined for a happily-ever-after, or if this weekend was their beginning—and their end.