Epilogue
One Year Later
As Kira rolled silverware, she couldn’t help but reflect over the past year.
After all, this was their anniversary of moving in together.
It had also been a period of strong growth for her, mentally and emotionally.
Not to mention that Saint made sure she was able to defend herself if anyone attacked her from behind again.
She also came to realize she loved them, despite not believing in love. Her relationship with Hoff had taught her not to trust any perceived feelings she thought she had. Even her parents taught her that love wasn’t unconditional.
So, when she agreed to have a relationship with Saint and Sinner, it had been with the idea that maybe the spark would eventually flame out.
However, she felt completely different now.
She clearly wasn’t the same woman she’d been the year before, and with that realization she allowed herself to be happy.
Deep in her thoughts, she was unaware of Sinn until he slid into the booth opposite her. It startled her and she jumped in surprise.
“Skipping lunch again?” he asked.
“Wasn’t that hungry.” When they’d first met her, she’d been far too thin. Anxiety had always killed her appetite, but now, she had a healthy glow about her. “What about you? Skipping your VP duties again?”
“You know me so well,” he mused with a chuckle. “However, not this time.”
He made a waving motion and she glanced to where he beckoned.
The other server, Gabi, was one of the club women Saint had sent.
As it turned out, she and Joe became a couple so she stayed, and Kira adored her.
Gabi approached with a bouquet of red and burgundy roses and presented them with a wink.
Kira took them, shell-shocked. Their perfume bloomed as she stuck her nose in the beautiful flowers.
“Did you know that red roses symbolize love while the darker ones symbolize devotion?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t.”
He had no idea how much this gesture meant to her. Just then, Saint walked into the diner, looked directly at her, and in a moment of déjà vu, headed over.
“Big Bro!” Sinn greeted with a sunny smile. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“You texted and told me to come,” Saint deadpanned as Sinn moved over to give his brother room to sit, reenacting the moment.
“Glad you still know how to read.”
Saint glowered at him.
“Kira got the bouquet.”
“Yeah, I can tell by the roses in her hand.”
“She likes them.”
“Again, I can tell by her hugging them to her chest.”
“So grumpy,” Sinn quipped. “I thought your sour disposition would’ve been tempered by our beautiful girlfriend.”
Saint winked at her, and the harsh lines of his face softened into a smile. He laid a small velvet box on the Formica tabletop. He got her earrings? That was odd since she never wore any.
“Oh,” she said, curious. “Thank you.”
“It’s our anniversary!” Sinn enthused.
Now she felt bad. “I didn’t know if you remembered. I also didn’t buy you guys anything.”
Sinn leaned forward on his forearms. “We only want you.”
The breath caught in her lungs. “Forever?” she whispered. She really hoped it was forever.
“What do you think is in this box?” Saint asked, frowning.
“Earrings?”
“Not quite.”
He opened the box and inside nestled a diamond ring. Her mind instantly went blank.
“We realize you can’t marry both of us,” Sinn said. “But that doesn’t make our devotion to you any less valued. I love you, Kira.”
Happy tears sprang in her eyes. “I love you, too.” She shifted her gaze over. “And I love you, Saint. Both of you. More than anything.”
The entire diner erupted with clapping and whistles.
Shocked, she had forgotten there was a room full of people there, including all the men from the Sons of Sin clubhouse.
Over the year, she’d gotten to know all of them.
Before, if someone had asked her to describe bikers, she’d have nothing but warnings about how dangerous they could be.
And yes, they were deadly men, but they were also loyal and devoted to their family, which included herself.
“You’re the best thing that ever walked through my door, Kira,” Saint said.
And they were the best thing that opened her heart.
The End
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