“Ellie will be there. You can hang with her. Tyler’s crew was called out, too. I want you there when I get back.”

I walked over to the closet and slipped on a T-shirt and jeans, and then I slid my feet into a pair of sandals.

Taylor seemed happy as he watched me wrap my hair into a bun.

“Just let me …” I said, hurrying into the bathroom to grab a toothbrush.

We rushed downstairs, and I waved to Phaedra before following Taylor out to his truck.

He drove a little too fast to the hotel. At the entrance, he handed me the key card. “Your phone is in the zipper part of my suitcase. Room two-oh-one.”

“The same room you were in when we met.”

He leaned over to peck my lips, and then I scooted out.

“Be safe,” I said before closing the passenger door. “I mean it.”

Tyler jogged out, his pack in his hand. He kissed Ellison’s cheek, and then he climbed into the shotgun seat.

Taylor punched his arm. “I’m gettin’ married, fucker!”

Tyler looked at me, shocked, and then a huge smile broke out across his face.

I nodded to confirm, and Ellison hugged me.

“Let’s put out this fire then. Don’t want to keep your fiancée waiting,” Tyler said, socking his fist straight into Taylor’s shoulder.

They waved, and then Taylor pulled away, squealing the tires.

“Oh, those Maddox boys,” Ellison said, shaking her head. She put her arm around me. “You really said yes, huh?”

“Am I crazy?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said. “Why do you think they fell in love with us?”

I looked down the road even though the twins were long gone.

“That’s why I know it will work,” I said. “You can’t really be in love without being a little crazy.”

Epilogue

The edges of the napkin tore easily between my fingers as I waited at the bar for Phaedra to bring me a slice of her famous cheesecake.

I smiled at the low hum of conversation that had made me feel safe for so long. The Bucksaw would always be just that—my home.

“Hannah! Order up!” Chuck yelled. When he caught my eye, he winked. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” I said. “But happy.”

The chime on the door rang, and I turned to see Taylor holding our son on his hip, his free arm hooked around the handle of an infant carrier.

Phaedra set my plate in front of me, but she barely paused before heading to the door. “There are those babies! Come to Granny!” she said, holding her arms out to Hollis.

She carried him to where I sat, and Taylor readjusted the baby bag on his shoulder before bringing over the carrier. Once he set the carrier on the ground, a baby’s wails filled the room.

I arched an eyebrow. “Still think taking them to the hotel was a good idea?”